歌詞:
Brass

I got a whole heard of cows ta die for my 6' Hockey players pagin' me to practice on my wrist 20 inch chocko treads so my whip don't slip Pullin' up,

*car engine starts* *phone rings* Cedric: Man, this fool ain?t pickin? up. Nelly on answering machine: You know who it is. do what you do. Cedric:

Got brass in pocket Got bottle, I'm gonna use it Intention I feel inventive Gonna make you, make you, make you notice Got motion, restrained emotion

Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair Brass buttons

Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie, that funky Monkey Got this dance that's more than real Drink Brass Monkey, here's how you feel Put

Cold winds may blow o'er the icy sea But I'll take with me the warmth of thee A taste of honey A taste much sweeter than wine He will return He will

Tangerine, she is all they claim With her eyes of night and lips as bright as flame Tangerine, when she dances by Senoritas stare and caballeros sigh

Dear, this evening seemed to go so awfully fast We had so much fun and now you?re home at last I looked forward to a kiss or two at the garden gate But

We meet and the angels sing The angels sing the sweetest song I've ever heard You speak and the angels sing Or am I breathing music into every word?