kiss We slip through the streets while everyone sleeps Gettin' bigger and sleeker and wider and brighter We bite and scratch and scream all night Let's go and throw all the songs
love of you-ooh for the love of you-ooh There's a sweetness in your smile isn't it fun love a wild flower you drive me wild isn't it fun love bridge
's a birthday party At the home of Farmer Gray It'll be the perfect ending a perfect day We'll be singing the songs We love to sing without a single
ankles, my feet. Ha ha ha ha ha How shapely and trim and petite. Ha ha ha ha ha Both accent and inflection, She'll polish to perfection. Such graces,
a birthday party At the home of Farmer Gray It'll be the perfect ending Of a perfect day We'll be singing the songs We love to sing without a single
why did they hurt Jesus Ahhh- she'll find out someday with lashes on your back even though hard to see each one paints a perfect picture of your love
Love is blind, some may say But I saw clearly on that day A perfect picture a perfect view A perfect person a perfect you And yesterday becomes today
created from darkness, the angels' just wantin' the love/ But the love that he has could never be bought and I think him and call him a dove/ Plus he love
I love music(what kind of music) (Chorus 2x) We love the reggae and jazz and rock and roll could be cool alternative too we love the rhythm and blues
??? steady callin and never stallin But it comes to me, you should please let me have prophecy, yes, I make love to my music. I??¦ makinlove ... Krayzie: I love
Listen to different scriptions, they teach on God And if you ain't never met him, don't speak on God I'm serious about religion, just ain't no song
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh It's the time It's the right time It's the time (It's the time) Yo, it's the perfect time (It's the perfect time
're a falling star You're the getaway car You're the line in the sand When I go too far You're the swimming pool On an August day And you're the perfect
a mental shampoo, The birds sing after the muth fucking storm gone, If you want to sing, you can always sing this song, Turn my swag on is my theme song
aisle to my song I want the first dance to be my song And I wanna and I wanna make Wanna make love to my song, to my song, yeah Wanna have babies to my song
Every man that you meet Want his cake and eat it too She been lied to, cheated on The victim of every sad song Her mother and her father Definition of a perfect