'd come so fast So what if a two pump chump can't last But I made it to three and I foreclosed a five-minute fantasy On a short lived flight, making
It takes a crane to build a crane It takes two floors to make a story It takes an egg to make a hen It takes a hen to make an egg There is no end to what
the A, the Z, the E The B, the L, the A, the Z, the E The B, the L, the A, the Z, the E The B, the L, the A, the Z, the E The B, the L, the A, the
up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
the dinner bell Take a swing with a bag, and they wait By the school gate All this pushin and shovin When you need a little lovin A little human kindness
trampled or trounced But it does drive you bats to be Miss, mispronounced It's Liza with 'Z' not Lisa with a 'S' 'Cause Lisa with a 'S' goes 'ssnozz' It's 'Z
make 'em sing and really ring them bells It's such a happy thing to hear 'em ting a ling You gotta ring them bells She met a Londoner first but they
it would be just us two And I'd be the only one kissin' on you Now kiss me, hold it a long time, hold it Oh, don't turn me loose now hold it A little
talkin' Jimmy Ray was the son of a preacher man Yes, he was now That man, that Jimmy Ray Was a preacher man's son Yes, he was now Jimmy Ray was a preacher
money, money-money Get a little, get a little, money-money, money-money A mark, a yen, a buck, or a pound,
two people Who have already known each other for quite a while So we're alone again tonight I read a book, you watch the fight A stifled yawn, a can
Yes, say, "Yes" Life keeps happenin' everyday, say, "Yes" When opportunity comes your way You can't start wonderin' what to say You'll never win if you
or Ginger or Faye but when your a Liza, you always have to say, no it's Liza with a "Z" not Lisa with an "S" cause Lisa with an "S" goes snoz Its Z
Blackbird Make my bed and light the light I'll be home late tonight Leave your perch and take the sky Too da loo, bye, bye (Farewell) Blackbird Go take a
was the best time It was a party, just to be near you It was a good time, it was the best time It seemed a short time, but such a good time A good time
the story of a night without end So I lay there hoping it would soon get light It's only a hurricane A rushing mighty wind Took a walk through the graveyard
My hand reached down for the radio I held it up to my ear The beads of sweat gathered On my head and trickled down Out in the park children were playing
did it all Pussy ass niggers over there y'all niggers sour ? nigger get a border of command ? niggers get ready stand for the ? fuck a time Don't you