My memory is fading. I can't respond. to my heavy soul. be real. survival. . Get back get back get back get back realism. It will take you to a trance.
I want you. I need you. I must have you. . All the sums of me. Now Ive grown up. And I finally see. . All the sums of me. Now Ive grown up. And I finally see.
Suck me, oh yeah. Get nasty. Suck me, suck me. Get nasty, nasty. . Suck me, suck me and I'll suck you too. Kiss me and I'll kiss you too. Cum on me and I'll cum on you.
S-T-R-O-K-E. Stroke it. Stroke it. . Latin boy. See how he plays with his toy. His flesh toy. Can he get a grip?. On your flesh stick?. . Stroke it. But dont choke it.
Put me in the Spotlight. Everything will be alright. Put me in the Spotlight. I'm feeling in the mood tonight. . It's a hot and steamy afternoon. It's so hot so damn hot.
Sexy, sexy, sexy. Sexy, sexy, sexy. Sexy. Sexy, sexy, sexy. . What more can I say?. Sexy, sexy, sexy. I think youre hot. Sexy. Sexy. Sexy, sexy, sexy.
You needed me to stay. But your words pushed me away. Your words. Hearing when in love with you. Was like a knife cutting me to pieces. My hurt brought on anger because you said them.
And magical, magical, magical weather, sunlight bathes our home. Shirley I'm up and up forever, sunlight bathes our home. Keeping our life and limbs together, sunlight bathes our home.
Weed and Bach and Bach a mono. Weed and Bach and Bach a low. . Gotta do get and get it over. Gotta do get and get a low. . Diggy diggy da mona mon. Diggy diggy da mona mon.
There's an answer on everybody's lips. But will it provide questions?. Forget these not, the words that I speak to you. I've found the tools to end time.
Copper sun sinking low. Scatterlings and fugitives. Hooded eyes and weary brows. Seek refuge in the night. Chorus. They are the scatterlings of Africa.
Let's dance, uh. "Yes ma'am, is Charlotte Johnson at home by chance?. Uh, yeah, ma'am we're supposed to have a date tonight. Where we going? I'll tell you where we're going, swinging".
Well I went down to a Music City function. Where I just heard a song that I had to howl out. My lawyers told my to proceed with caution. Or I'd make a whole lot of songwriters mad.
Parody Of Stinkin' Problem by David Ball (Ball/Shamblin/Ziff). Almo Music Corp./Hayes Street Music/EMI-April Music (ASCAP). Low Country Music/New Court Music (BMI)..
Rumors emanating from the North to all the Poles. Outsiders speculating. Who's designing Santa's clothes. He's the newest face in Christmas. . And soon the world will know.
You climbed up on the bus said that I'll do. just about anything that you want me too. I got tickets to your show from the radio. they were free!. . I said "you got the wrong bus".
On the boardwalk. Working two shifts. Saving for that diamond ring. Then I'll quit. All the cool kids. Hanging south pier. Guess I'll have it figured out by next year.
Parody of Sold: The Grundy County Auction by John Michael Montgomery (R. Fagan/R.Royer), Of Music (ASCAP)/RobbRoy West Music (BMI). New Lyrics (Skoal) by Cledus T. Judd and Chris Clark La-Po Music/Chris Clark Publishing Designee..
(Chris Clark/Richard Fagan/Cledus T. Judd/Robb Royer). . Sadie, pull this car over.. Let me get a can of skoal.. . Well, I went down to the Grundy county auction:.