Topic: Thread of a thousand songs. | |
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post a FEW words of one of your favorite tunes.
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What would ya do if I sang out of tune,
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I found a dream that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own At Last - Etta James |
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Down in a hole and I dont know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave |
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Beth I hear you calling
But I can't come home right now Me and the boys are playin And we just can't find the sound |
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She might touch ya burn ya like ya usher,
explode like a gusher, two girls jump me like double dutchs, I chalk it out, chalk it out, i east side walk it out, |
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It's another lonely evening
And another lonely town But I ain't too young to worry And I ain't too old to cry When a woman gets me down |
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And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in your arms...from "Bell Bottom Blues" |
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I drive fast, call me jeff gordon, in the black, SS with the navagtion
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I'm sittin' in my room,
staring out the window, and I wonder............... |
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And if I could choose a place to die It would be in your arms...from "Bell Bottom Blues" I almost posted that. |
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Knees bent, ass out, come on push your ass out
(Let me see your hips swing) Bring it up then back down, bring it up then back down (Let me see your hips swing) All my ladies on the floor, all my ladies on the floor (Let me see your hips swing) Pick it up then dip it low, pick it up then dip it low (Let me see your hips swing) |
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Knees bent, ass out, come on push your ass out (Let me see your hips swing) Bring it up then back down, bring it up then back down (Let me see your hips swing) All my ladies on the floor, all my ladies on the floor (Let me see your hips swing) Pick it up then dip it low, pick it up then dip it low (Let me see your hips swing) Ohhhhh...I need a cold shower now |
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Edited by
Adrenaline
on
Wed 12/03/08 10:20 AM
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we're screaming like demons
and swinging from the ceiling I got a fist full of fifties the tequilia just hit me no class, no taste, no shirt 'N sh!t faced we got'em lined up shot down firin' back straight crown |
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Moving to the country , going to eat alot of peaches
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Betty was a bright one, Tommy's off his head
Mother loved them both the same, at least that's what she said |
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Knees bent, ass out, come on push your ass out (Let me see your hips swing) Bring it up then back down, bring it up then back down (Let me see your hips swing) All my ladies on the floor, all my ladies on the floor (Let me see your hips swing) Pick it up then dip it low, pick it up then dip it low (Let me see your hips swing) good jam, Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness The name's Fabolous, you heard I be In them trucks wit the wheels glissed In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris' 'click, click', who the **** wanna feel this I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck that can make it feel like the block's movin My 6-4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin |
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¯\(°_o)/¯
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I've been really tryin', baby
Tryin' to hold back this feelin' for so long And if you feel like I feel, baby Then come on, oh, come on Whoo, let's get it on Ah, babe, let's get it on |
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if you were dead and bleeding
i wouldn't care |
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