monopolize and confine it to priests, clerics and elites (the rest resigned to serve), 'cause if the rabble heard the truth they'd organize against the
let them bore you my friend Tomorrow you must be pretty Et quand l'orgue chantera Lorsqu'enfin tu lui prendras le bras Puissent des millions d'etoiles au fil des heures Semer votre route de bonheur And when the organ
was a boy scout I had my own patrol. Drums: Liam Genockey Bass Guitar: Mo Foster Slide Guitar: Bryn Haworth Piano: Billy Livsey Organ: Pete Wingfield Congas: Frank Ricotti Acoustic Guitar: Gerry Rafferty Brass
, flow, float on It's gettin' breezy so kiddies'll keep ya coat on When I proceed to light the party In the summer, somethin' like a Mardi Gras Bikinis, panties, bras
monopolize and confine it to priests, clerics and elites (the rest resigned to serve), cuz if the rabble heard the truth they'd organize against the
on the grass Livin it up to the fullest platinum colored jew-els and organized glass Not none of that old fake ass costume jewelry, that looks like brass
je recevrai de coups de revolver ! A toute exhibition, ma nature est retive, Souffrant d'un' modesti' quasiment maladive, Je ne fais voir mes organes
] flow [flow] FLOAT ONnnnnn It's gettin breezy so kiddies'll keep ya coat on When I, proceed to, light the party In the summer, somethin like a Mardi, Gras Bikinis, panties, bras
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scent. going dumb to the dynamics of clean air, bare feet kringing cross the unkept forest floor. Not ten minutes ago... You had been licking brass
s'y ferme ta bouche ! Numero uno, number ine c'est number one J'collectione l'argent, les caisses et les fesses de mes fans Tellement d'thune j'me fais faire des dons d'organes Un bras
regrette les dar-dar, abuser sans les toucher Les langues de tards-ba confondent equipe de France et gang de barbares Je regrette le boycotte, la street est dans mes organes
c?ur et ses martelements Que baigne par la candeur, Je ne vis pas poindre l'horreur. Iniquite! Innocence abusee! Ce fut les bras ouverts et le sourire
Good arms, versus bad arms, will win hands down they are built to hold and fit look how far they go around you don't need these now that you've found