One two three four! Gonna make a record in the month of May In the month of May in the month of May Gonna make a record in the month of May When the
Month in the summer, Dedicated to you, And I go by the name of Sway, Da Sypha Productions, You know how we do it, 2005 we're normal, Shinobi on the electrics
Tell me when was Jesus born, last month of the year Tell me when was Jesus born, last month of the year Tell me when was Jesus born, last month of the
i'll see you in a month and maybe we'll talk about everything thats happened from then to now i'm listening to everything i used to pretent to be and
Vera Hall What month was my Jesus born in? Last month of the year! (Repeat) Chorus: Oh, January, (January), February, (February), March, April, May,
I lie next to her in the bed She's the kind of girl I'd like to wed Nevermind the fact that she's dead It turns me on It turns me on Sure, she's a little
(T. Sly/C. Shiflett/M. Riddle/R. Koff) It's a Thursday morning, four a.m. and you wont let me go if tomorrow comes I guess I'll never know even in the
VOICI LE MOIS DE MAY Voici le mois de may OA? les fleurs volent au vent Voici le mois de may OA? les fleurs volent au vent OA? les fleurs volent au
I paid the bank note, the car note, an' yes, I paid the 'phone bill too An' then I turned around an' I found that the house note's due Well, I'd love
Under the table and down in the pit with out plastic potatoes and Joe-Joe the dove on the spit. On the spoons you made rhythm; I whistled the blues cos
Starts are brightly shining The night ain't so young Smoke is goin' in and out of your lungs Puttin' you at ease Swayin' in the breeze In the warm light
It swept me in, it tossed me out, I fear And the consequence is clear Listen to the heartbreak, my dear And now I sit alone I count the words in me if
I remember how you looked that day and thought we would be together until we were both old & gray but, after 7 years of happiness & 8 month's of hell
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Well, there was seven years between us Seems that all my friends were right That we can?t survive on your bedroom eyes And a Spanish guitar When we started
We've fucking been through this before Last time I told you I won't argue anymore And now you are headed out that door I'm realizing I don't like you
Take it from me and I'll take it right back. Put me in the furnace 'til my ashes turn black. Got another number so I don't need this. Wrapping up the
It's been two years this month since the last time we spoke And it's starting to seem that the only thing everlasting Is this vow of silence Well, I