body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But for those
invented new Thinks which defy all description! MRS. MAYOR You gave Miss O'Dooley a nervous conniption! MR. MAYOR Your Thinks were so wild they disrupted your classes And made Mrs. Mackel-Who drop her new
us by. the more time i spend, the less i see of you. i'll never take it back your voice is like an angel guiding over every move i make i'll never want
phono Making a stand with a tan touch it like cocoa Smooth to keep you moving at the back now Free is the needle it's moving through the track now 3D
' your cum on them Then they'll run and tell her friends how she found another sucker To pay a fee for pussy but not me, motherfuckah I move quick with
. glory chase that found the key to life and best believe that I'ma plate that glory I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that glory I'ma chase that, I'ma
with BB guns, Rambo knives and machetes We were a wicked little team We marched beside the new found stream There were an offense on the trees We found
just trying to make the crowd move I found truth, and now I'm trying to pass it to the sound dudes Around me, around you, and to try to make it sound