my pretty pretty boy I love you Like I never ever loved no one before you Pretty pretty boy of mine Just tell me you love me too Oh my pretty pretty boy
Intro: Pretty Boy (Foxy Brown) Yo (uh huh) Don Pooh (yeah) '97 (uhh) Hah (Firm) Pretty Boy '97 (new shit) Fox Boogie '97 (Fox) Yeah (uh yeah) Funkmaster
you went and sucked them all down Now, Mr. Pretty Boy Now you don't look so good, no Mr. Pretty Boy Mr. Pretty Boy Mist, Mr. Pretty Boy
Like a breathless summer evening, When the silence simply roars, You're so attached to what you're holding now, But can you prove it yours? You're the
Well gather round children, a story I will tell About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon
If you'll gather 'round me, children A story I will tell 'Bout pretty boy Floyd, an outlaw Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee A Saturday
Licking the blood up off my paws Filling my cup up, silly straw 7-11 slirp me off Put her beaver on my log Then she lick lick like a frog Pretty boy I
Come gather round me children There's a story I will tell About pretty boy Floyd, an outlaw Oklahoma knew him well 't Was in the town of Shawnee On a
our night whatchu wanna do [Pre-Chorus:] Pretty boy boy oh oh you know I want you right by me Pretty boy boy oh oh you may live a fantasty Pretty boy boy
is my pretty boy swag (ayeee) Pretty boy swag (ayye) [x4] Girls on my dick when I pretty boy swag Girls scream my name when I pretty boy girls Watch
If you'll gather 'round me, children, A story I will tell 'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well. It was in the town of Shawnee, A
prick? How 'bout it? Hope we're gonna get the chance To show you 'round Hope we're gonna get the chance To show you 'round Talk tough to me, Pretty Boy
(W. Guthrie) Well gather round children, a story I will tell About pretty boy floyd the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of shawnee on
Well gather round me children, a story I will tell about pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday
Walking off that stage tonight I know what you're thinking "He stands alone because he's high on himself" But if you only knew.. I was terrified and
How can we bridge the path from dark to light If we live like the rest. Can we portray his love? We are the Window What we do is for you Can we be your
Weakness of our bodies cant make Us climb these walls Will we break the awful patterns Before the end is here I'm in need of something more I'm stuck