how about you girl how about you Yeah how about your life back home... How about you girl how about you how about you girl how about you
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said, "You're a monster" Yeah, that's how I feel To be down, you must appeal To the crew, we're rated R O.C, O.G, Bobby Johnson's son Ask me, "Rey-
me some sense talk me some sense Cause the way you're talkin' now is a digrace I've heard enough o' your talk about the world that is to be You say
my hand out you took it baby For a while we helped each other out Remember how I dried every tear that you cried And gave you love to trust beyond a
reach you With looks and letters we would beseech you Never knowing what, where or how you were thinking Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby? They're crying for you
of gats And bound to make the bitch cum in six minutes flat What up kid? Stay winnin' seen you look good You look live in ya linen and you survived ninth
Gather 'round cats and I'll tell you a story 'bout how to become an all-American Boy. Just buy you a guitar and put it in tune and you'll be a rockin
up my mind I've been workin' hard and dreamin' bout all the things we're gonna do And how satisfyin' it would be to feel the world round me and you Then
'm racin' against the clocker But it's just nine miles to Forkers Leap And if you ain't afraid to race that heap We'll see how that ol' rig holds up against
comes Then come High Noon I'll walk with you I may be young but I know how to use a gun Judy Grable don't you cry you know you can be a star And with
and a bottomless well That water's cold but that don't matter how deep it is no one can tell Just drop a stone you'll never hear it splatter It just
scales of one to ten And, you give me an eight, well, that's a generous thing to do Now, let's just see, just how much I give you. She said you comin
fixes your coffee and lays down beside you just as if nothin' had changed And while she holds you you're holdin' back words you know that you'd better
hit songwriter's pen And I say God bless you darling you got a sure hit songwriter pen. Write me a song. Send me some money. You got a sure hit songwriter
gonna stop twenty kings of all kings So we stickin together you know the P-T-P Ya, ya you know the kids they begin to grown up It?s Bobby ?you know pock
]: Bobby... Bobby... Bobby baby... Bobby bubbi... Robby... Robert darling... Bobby, we've been trying to call you. Bobby... Bobby... Bobby baby... Bobby
