(Esham) I met this little girlie Her pussy hairs was curlie The way that bitch sucked off my dick I busted my nut early She asked me for some mo'dick
Now this old heart has been around it's been up and it's been down It's been walked on till it's had shot but it's still the only heart that I've got
How will we smile ever again? I'm asking you sincerely, my dear old friend What do you say, is there a way? My dear old friend How will we laugh just
Well he's not very handsome to look at Oh he's shaggy and he eats like a hog And he's always killin' my chickens That dirty old egg-suckin' dog Egg-suckin
He was just an old country doctor In a little country town Fame and fortune had passed him by Though we never saw him frown As day by day in his kindly
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You sure know what your're doing holding me this way. And I'll go where you lead me Anywhere you say. You've got me where you want me. So darling please
(Ralph Burns Kellogg) Let's find a darker night Let's find a brighter light Let's go away to some place strange And bring back a whole new change. Let
Something about the way you taste Makes me wanna clear my throat There's a message to your movements That really gets my goat I looked for sniffy linings
MY OLD DUTCH Words by: A.C.Ingle Music by: Albert Chevalier I've got a pal, a regular out an' outer. She's a dear old gal, an' I'll tell you all about
Old man look at my life I'm a lot like you were Old man look at my life I'm a lot like you were Old man look at my life Twenty four and there's so much
I was born in a small town But I'm livin' in a big town They gave me a top hat and cane In trade for a shady lane Well, I'll give you back your big town
Dejando su lugar entre las cosas que se dan amor, quien tiene viejo el corazon se va. Huye a su habitacion llevandose lo que jamas llego, lo que
Oh Posted in the front seat of my maybach No where to go Ready to do whatever's clever Put on a show Don't really matter, we can chop chop chop
I've seen the old man sitting 'round The courthouse square back home in town Talkin' about the big war back in 1943 Saying how much good it's done Medals
When I was a younger man, lookin' for my pot of gold Everywhere I turned the doors were closin' It took every ounce of faith I had to keep on keepin'
Obiettivi di un'estate di esplosioni addominali E dovrei abbronzarmi un po scatenarmi nei dance-floor eliminare le occhiaie Manco di concentrazione Non
Close your eyes Have no fear The monster's gone He's on the run and your daddy's here Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Beautiful boy Beautiful, beautiful