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Wild Sweet Orange

Hear silver trumpets will trill in the Arabic Streets of Seville Oranges roll in the gutter And you pick them up And peel back the skin To the red fruit

I melt the heart Of a wild Irish rose Well a gypsy she has made of me A servant of the street And back to bed I've traveled To taste a love as sweet

) And your wife, she don't like me (like me, like me, like me, like me) From the Bay to the A Put me in the back wood, Swisher sweet bud, orange lace

[Lil Wayne] Come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Ain't nothin' nice or sweet (Huh?) They don't even much understand this (Uh-uh) Look-

Hear silver trumpets will trill in Arabic streets of Seville Oranges roll in the gutter And you pick them up And peel back the skin To the red fruit within

[Lil Wayne] Come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Ain't nothin' nice or sweet (Huh?) They don't even much understand this (Uh-uh) Look-

could I melt the heart Of a Wild Irish Rose Well a gypsy she has made of me A servent of the street And back to bed I've travelled To taste a love as sweet

the mountain?s side was shining Wild colors of my destiny I watched your face age backwards Changing shape in my memory You told me victory?s sweet Even

) And your wife, she don't like me (like me, like me, like me, like me) From the Bay to the A Put me in the back wood, Swisher sweet bud, orange lace