Green shades of the elven wood Covers her face so pale Those eyes like a stars in the night Her hair like a golden flame Gods of wisdom and fortune Have
Green are your eyes In the morning when you rise. Don't you be afraid, my love, To lie by me, Your father will not know. Love can be broken Though no
get it If ya see CMR a dollar sign on the CD Somewhere on there you'll see featuring the B.G. Me and my nigga B like Suge and Pac We gettin' our shine on
was indeed He was mounted on his milk white steed He rode, he rode, himself all alone Until he came to Lovely Joan "Good morning to you my pretty maid
and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field Saying "Beck water cold and clear will never clean your wounds There's none but the Maid of
In the ancient woodland Meet the oldest man With a huge smile on his face For joy and peace he stands Boundaries of his green kingdom Shall not be passed
As I went a walking One morning in spring I met with some travelers On an old country lane One was an old man The second a maid The third was a young
drag it on the floor Grab her by the hair and drag her on the floor Tilt that cock and drag it on the floor Take them rim stockings and drag it on the
, we just hang and fuck While she swipe your credit cards on Dispensary Pot Jars I'm laid up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the maid up While
it) cain we love our maid (do it) cain up in the mornin (do it) cain on what is yournin' We take Cain all day (do it) cain we love our maid (do it)
fair maid dwelling And every youth cried Well Away her name was Barbara Allen Twas in the merry month of May when all green buds were swelling Young William on
(feat. Coco) [Coco] Yeah, this what I do when I roll with a thug Or a gangsta... Put my hand on the gas, drop my ass low Slide on fast, then we go
broom eat a watermelon and walk on the moon cherry coke canteloupe little old maid a big black berry inside the kool-aid a bass guitar a old fruit jar a green
when I burst on the scene like an appendix Still drinking like an Irishman on St Patty reckless K Federline pennyless Might be seeing Seth Green or the Sherminators taking on
glass slipper The first time the brides maid zipped the zipper Then walked down the aisle, look at little pretty Roxanne's smile That's right, she big head child Spot the glass on
a pretty maid and her name was Kate Whelan We're far from the last rout From the East to Downpatrick Where lies poor little Jimmy Murphy On the sweet green
You pass me by and won't come in I wish my baby - it was born Smiling on his daddy's knee And I a poor girl - dead and gone And the green grass growing
to this one You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J You gotta puff a J on this one {*inhales*} You can't even drink Crist-OWL on this one You gotta