can hear that highway sound. Carol! Don't let him steal your heart away. Well I'm gonna love you darling If it takes me all night and day. Whoa, Carol! Oh, Carol
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rap about you're Lil Haiti connections? Nigga you don't even know a real zo But I can introduce you to one that'll kick in your door Put you faced down
the streets still love me baby! Bitch I'm from Dade County. See I'm a 7-Trey Chevrolet Impala DUNK ridah. I'll blow ya doors off. You race your car
we believe. She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog, And we'd begged her not to go. But she'd left her medication, So she stumbled out the door into
the worst intentions face in the door clothes on the floor. getting nervous as buttons loosen eyes turn to cameras capturing every moment the blanket covers for our comfort see shadows under the door
Jacob Marley It is required of every man That his spirit travel far Lending help to those he can No matter who they are But if you don't go forth in
much I love you Hallejiah It's bout time I found someone Whose gonna love me For me Hey Miss Beloved Since you come into my life And unlocked the door
I love you Hallelujah It's 'bout time I found someone whose gonna love me For me, hey Miss Beloved Since you come into my life and unlocked the door
our fun and be carefree 'Cause it's Christmasey Now's the time we've waited for Go let in the neighbors 'Cause they're knockin' So open the door And
Christmastime means laughter To buckets in the snow , Caroling together With faces of Love Stockings on the mantel, A wreath on the door And my Merriest
(Carole Bayer Sager/Melissa Manchesler) Well hello there Good old friend of mine You've been reaching for yourself for such a long time There's so much
the boys that he could not pay So he hustled by himself thinkin that's okay But one night he was chillin with a freak named Carol His door was kicked
nigga, that's why the streets still love me, baby Bitch, I'm from Dade County See, I'ma 7-Trey Chevrolet Impala Dunk Ryder I'll blow ya doors off You
the floor there's a box full of secrets It won't be opened Here older boys and girls would play All inhibitions were left behind And as the door would
Candles burnin' low Lots of mistletoe Lots of snow and ice Everywhere we go Choirs singin' carols Right outside my door All these things and more (All
Anything you want to touch the tizzown, tizzown, uh, uh, Puffin' on that hazel, talkin' pizzounds, pizzounds, uh, uh, Gotta get that moneys how we get down, get down, Suicide doors
