my feet Sweet moments of desire Sweet moments of relief You blew down my fences Oh you're natural make-believe You're the bright, nocturnal Vanilla Queen
heart I see you as a queen and a lady, no ifs, no buts, no maybe The only thing sweeter than my honeycomb Keep up as the same queen and lady Keep it
see you as a queen and a lady, no ifs, no buts, no maybe. The only thing sweeter than my honeycomb. Keep up as the same queen and lady, keep it standing
you as a queen and a lady, no ifs, no buts, no maybe. The only thing sweeter than my honeycomb. Keep up as the same queen and lady, Keep it standing
Beware of the Queen of Spades Her black widow's curse might find you yet Beware of a love that you will regret Her love means only your death Beware of the Queen
In a lowly ditch His eyes they sting And his fingers twitch You'll be his queen for the night But the morning you'll wake With the Lords and high ladies
, my rock My love for you, my love don't stop My life, my dream, my wife, my queen My essence, my coach, my playa, my team My buddy, my baby, my lovey, my lady
will show you strange wordls of the night land of the moonlight and of dark memories Caress the lady who is leading the dance Know her name is Lilith - the Queen
mystery The world of unseen eyes You can feel the shadow of a princess She waits for you inside The guardians of God play the pawns Beg for mercy, hail the queen
you can pour all your problems on me Smoke queen mama kiss me so sweet Licker King papa make me feel free Take me away baby let us loose ourselves Fine Lady
wall standing's fell, daddy kicked it down. Your little sister's gonna have a baby I heard you're planning to drive into the desert hope you find the gypsy queen
Ladies and gentlemen Presenting, Her Royal Majesty There she goes, Her Royal Majesty She's the queen that broke my heart I put her up, upon a throne
Ain't that amazing, specially when I'm blazin' that dro Earthly green, purple weed, purple V, With purple seats, murck the streets And I see ya in that Gucci skirt ya sweet
cool, cool, cool (tryn'a be cool) What would you expect me to do (ohh, yea I'm just tryin to find, find, find That sweet love of mine I'm runnin outta
taste so good Brown sugar, just like a black girl should I bet your mama was a Tent Show queen And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen I'm no school
the lady is a tramp I like the sweet fresh rain in my face Diamonds and lace, no got, so what? For Robert Taylor, I whistle and stamp That's why the lady
ya girl Sunny Hot 97, a.k.a. the Drama Queen Hangin' out with the Drama King himself KaySlay, 'Streetsweeper Volume 2' Lil' somethin' for the ladies
feet wide. So much for the lady killer You haven't got a clue So much for the lady killer The ladies are killing you. Well I was getting frustrated Sweet