Before Your Time

Not long ago I didn't know the feel of lips on mine. And I was halfway happy then but that was before your time. Then you came along and I found heaven but now you leave me alone.

Barbara Allen

T'was in the merry month of May. When flowers were a-bloomin'. Sweet Willie on his deathbed lay. For the love of Barbara Allen. . He sent his servant to the town.

Birth Of The Boogie

Boogie, boogie-woogie. The boogie-woogie-woogie beat. . Down in Africa, many years ago. There lived a little fella named Zulu Joe. He took his tom-tom, a great big stick.

Big Painter

Light the candle, please dont speak. Open the window, let some air in. Im on the run, from the news on the TV. No lessons learned, all over the centuries.

Be At Peace With Yourself

At the end of the day. Aint nobody else. Gonna walk. In your shoes. Quite the way. You do. So be at Peace with yourself. And keep a spring in your heel.

Baby's Breath

There grows a weed, looks like a flower. Looks like baby's breath on a mirror. . My girl and I rushed atop the altar. The sacrifice was made. It was not easy undertaking.

Burnt

Burnt: BURN, BURN i just burn. minds to open things to learn. my dead brain is my concern. so leave me be and let me burn. BURN BURN BURN BURN. that's my fate.

Bonus Track 1

You love her but she loves him. And he loves somebody else, you just can't win. And so it goes till the day you die. This thing they call love, it's gonna make you cry.

Betty Page

She's out slummin' for another fix, down on her knees giving last licks. She's got senior rights, don't show her age, her hair's. blacker than BETTY PAGE. Rubber skin so sharp it cuts, she's the rubber lover to all the sluts. Glory holes in sleazy walls, R.H.Bear.

Bloody Ice Cream

The Sylvia Plath story is told to girls who write. They want us to think that to be a girl poet means you have to die.. Who is it that told me all girls who write must suicide?.

Blood One

A-E-I don't owe you nothing. Nothing. nada,. Nothing, never. I don't fit into yr dumb words. Language is memory pushing thru my skin. Bloody memory that filters everything.

Blues Za Moju Bivsu Dragu

Nikad se necu vratit. u svoj rodni grad. tamo me ne ceka niko. i vec odavno su izblijedila sva lica. i vec odavno imena i mi ne znam. samo ponekad zimi.

Breakfast

If you like it. I might drop by. All the flowers you gave me. Were stored away with your memory. . You stand so well. All by yourself. I'm beaten and fancy.

Bitanga I Princeza

Luda no. Ja sam momak na loem glasu. U ovom gradu, a tko si ti?. . A ona kaze, luda noc. Ja sam bila mamina princeza. Sve do sad i sta mi bi. . Tebe trae, pono je ve.

Bila Mama Kukunka

Bila mama Kukunka. Bio tata Taranta. Imali su maloga Juju. . Jednom su se setali,setali. Kraj duboke rijeke Nil,rijeke Nil. Gde je bio velik krokodil.

Bicken Back Being Bool (remix)

I'm just bicken back being bool. I'm just bicken back being bool. I'm just bicken back being bool. I'm just bicken back being bool. I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool.

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