in her own hands She just take her time Emma Lee she never worry bout nothing at all Her loving loves a storm Emma Lee she got that Heyo ha ah ha a
cock That'll rock that little Postropedic, till the springs in the middle pop Listen to R&B, but she listen to Screw a lot Treated cock like a lollipop, she gon taste
waist Here a ring, there a ring Everywhere a ring a ling But always in the best of taste [Roxie Hart (recitative whisper)] Oooh I'm a star. And the audience
The air tastes just like you, it's the smell of June A sensory shock that jolts my spirit, I slowly swallow you A spray of little droplets, a fragrance
bet you wish you had me back It was you and me, it seemed to last forever The way you taste and I still remember the sounds we made One day in June
the cooties from a fluzy or a bimbo Like Cheeko, I'm the man, yes indeed, I got the smart, so When I take a stand, just take a seat like Rosa Arts Some
forget the Jungle Beez, yo, they nonstop Let me tell you a little something about Soul, tell 'em son I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast
Stuck on a feeling I'm high on believing That you've come back again This Indian summer A snowfall in June Show up uninvited I'm leaving with you soon
could've had a big trampoline Kids running 'round the yard, Superman and bottle cars We could've had that one of a kind love The kind that fits like a
a lucky seven Though I'm hardly a complainer and a wooden carp I wonder what the hell I'm gonna do in heaven I could never plug a chicken and alone a
to that high summer place Does she trace my kisses on the parchment of your face? They linger there like sugar should you ever need a taste Will you
I. Introduction "November 1, 2552 A.D. The spaceship Evilzone arrives on Nuquledom, a bizar- re planet located 600 billion miles, 10 and a half to the
...mystery...magic Just close your eyes You'll find yourself in a place Your heart will race No time for sorrow or tears Riding a horse On a merry-go
Left Atlantic records, we woke up Yeah yeah Skinny's doin fine Florida is special, always have a good time Call me, if you want that verse We got a show
'd head off down around the bend to the river Find a perfect spot and throw a blanket on the ground Sit there talkin' till the sun went down, about nothing Then one hot day in June
year has come and gone. Then it was Spring and I couldn't wait to take you out dancin'. The sickness, the darkness consume my forsaken soul Then it was June
get swallowed whole but a tongue is so much more than a vehicle for greed a tongue is for washing fur or for licking wounds or for welcoming newcomers into a