here nor there You have the pretty pussy wid de cute teddy bear You put ring pon de pussy Bling pon de pussy Man say it fat you get sting pon de pussy
sent to the stars Chinese dragons, incandescent mirrors in the waves I want to put them in jars With my saltbreakers (Ringing all the underwater, underwater, underwater bells
Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudel Doorbells and sleigh bells
Silver Bell, Silver Bell Yeah, that's the name of the old motel You were traveling when they fell Down on a bed at the Silver Bell How you been, I'm
beneath the lights of that miracle mile Me and Mary making our way into the night You can hear the cries from the carnival rides The pin-ball bells and
I'm the bastard, the total package like Lex Luger Pull a sting like a yellow jacket makin' maneuvers Through the slums nigga, Iron Lung, Ladies and Gentlemen
like a bee, but nope I dont sting-a-ling Jing-a-ling-a-ling, I show dem da middle finger ring Ting-a-ling-a-ling, school bell a-ring-a-ling Stick shift
cool, like you just don?t care But soon I?ll be playin? in your underwear I?m like a mage with the magic spell You come like a dog when I ring yo? bell
Cuz I'm A Ninja Kawabunga Time rap it Like A Bee But Nope I Don't Sting A Ling Shing A Linq A Linq I Show Dem The Middle Finger Ring Ting A Ling A Ling School Bell
horse knows the way to carry the sleigh through the white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the woods,Oh, how the wind does blow.It stings
you know what I mean No it ain't what you're thinkin' she ain't love for sale She'll get you jumpin' just for fun but there's a sting in her tale She'
called patriots? Just like those saints who seem to revel in their sins Oh, my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging After our assassin's work was done The bells
Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels Doorbells and sleigh bells
kick shit like us Wanna bust like you ain't rough like us Tek and Steele, won on won, Smoky Guns, what? Ding, that's the sound of the bell Oh shit is
having fun There's a world outside your window And it's a world of dreaded fear Where the only water flowing Is a bitter sting of tears And the Christmas bells
in 1961 One of the first hits produced by young Phil Spector, who spent a then-unprecedented $14,000 recording this song at New York's Bell Sound Studios
weep anymore Your empty glass ain't no crystal ball It can't tell you what the future's bringing, bringing It's bank holiday mundane [Incomprehensible] may help to stop that stinging, stinging