Color our love BOTH: Black and blue, Black and blue Looks like a storm tonight A storm is overdue Color our love Black and blue, Black and blue, Oh
Swing it Swing it Swing it Swing it.. [VERSE 1: Laquan] Swing blue and sweat black a massive strain is on my brain 400 years of pain are flowing through
You're sittin' there lookin' proud Thinkin' you're so fine Tryin' to run around With every friend of mine Think you're so smart, baby Think that I'm
Swingin' If you like swingin' get your hands up If you like swingin' get your hands up If you like swingin' get your hands up If you like swingin' get your hands up Swingin
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all day til they see the pale and yellow moon. And then he leads his flock, And they all rock to the tune of the swingin' sheperd blues. (flute) c'
you're lost, while you're so full of doubt Walk for miles, on your own loose ends, I'll find you there I'll find you there You, you walk up thin blue
that flock And homeward they all rock To the tune of the swingin' shepherd blues, yeah Take your time, take your time I like the way you swing it Come
blood, no sanctuary World painted blood, no sanctuary Tip the human scale, follow revelations plan It must come to pass, secret shadows lie Blue print
played a dead jam No one wants to dance They're outside smoking cigarettes Matthew was there, yes, he gave me the eye Saying, "It doesn't kill to try" then blue
-liks The faster, the better, blood, leather, the baby sledge Case hitters me, I'm the point man Give less than a damn about anything, just let my hammer swing
You boys ever met a real country girl? Talkin, true blue, out in the woods, down home, country girl She's a hot little number in her pick-up truck
? Could you be a movie star? When l turn on my TV will you smile and wave at me? Telling Oprah who you are So you want to be a rock star With blue eyed
pair of coups sittin on a pair of boots. Focus on the guns that's a dunk or a ally oup steppin out the car its the Marvin blue valley shoes. On the grind
When I picked you up for our first date baby Well, your pretty blue eyes, they were driving me crazy And the tiny little thought that was so amazing Is
to spread Fancy gloves, though wears old MacHeath, babe So there's never, never a trace of red, oh, let it swing, yeah On a sidewalk, blue Sunday mornin
don't ignore Let the groove in your shoes Release you from the blues Come on, sing along Join in this happy song Everybody say -- make you feel Much better now Everybody swing