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If every angel's terrible
Then why do you welcome them? If every angel's terrible Then why do you welcome them? If every angel's terrible Then why do you welcome them? You say you'll provide the birdbath If I provide the skin And bathing in the moonlight I'm to tremble like a kitten If blue eyed babes raised as Hitler's little brides and sons They got angelic tendencies Like some boys tend to act like queens If every angel's terrible Then why do you watch her sleep? Love to hear her sing and wear purple eyes like rings And the flowers have no scent And the child's been miscarried If every angel's terrible Then why do you welcome them? If every angel's terrible Then why do you welcome them? If every angel's terrible Then why do you welcome them? You say you'll provide the birdbath If I provide the skin And bathing in the moonlight I'm to tremble like a kitten Oh, every angel's terrible Said Freud and Rilke all the same Rimbaud never paid them no mind But Jimmy Morrison had his elevators His elevators, he had his elevator angels If every angel's terrible Why do you hide inside her? Like a child in a skirt The supermarket's loud and bright Boy, don't she feel warm tonight Boy, don't she feel warm tonight Boy, don't she feel warm tonight If every angel's terrible Then why do you welcome them? If every angel's terrible Then why do you welcome them? If every angel's terrible Why do you welcome them? You say you'll provide the birdbath If I provide the skin She sounded like an angel when she cried |
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| 2. |
| 4:00 |
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I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out I'll always be by your side Even when you're down and out I just wanted to be your housewife All I wanted was to be your housewife I'll iron your clothes I'll shine your shoes I'll make your bed And cook your food I'll never cheat I'll be the best girl you'd ever meet And for a diamond ring I'll do these kinds of things I'll scrub your floor Never be a bore I'll tuck you in I do not snore I'd wear your black eyes Bake you apple pies I don't ask whys And I'd try not to cries I'll always be by your side Even when you're down and out I'll always be by your side Even when you're down and out And it's nearly midnight And all I want with my life Is to be a housewife Is to be a housewife 'Cause it's nearly midnight And all I want with my life Is to die a housewife Is to die a housewife And it's nearly midnight And all I want with my life Is to be a housewife Is to be a housewife 'Cause it's nearly midnight And all I want with my life Is to die a housewife Is to die a housewife |
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| 3:11 |
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Jesus loves me but not my wife
Not my nigger friends or their nigger lives But Jesus loves me, that's for sure 'Cause the Bible tell me so Read your Bible good and well Don't forget about that apple spell Don't fall in the wishing well Wishing for heaven and gettin' hell Wash behind your ears, don't smell Cover them freckles Don't ask, don't tell Kiss your papa, but not too long Hold his hand Don't do no wrong Jesus loves me but not my wife Not my nigger friends or their nigger lives But Jesus loves me, that's for sure 'Cause the Bible tells me so Hush, don't cry, dry them tears Time'll wash away all them years Scar or a bruise, pick and choose When you're all grown up You'll have the blues Life'll give you that wedding ring Fancy cars and diamond things You best believe in Jesus' way And never fall asleep forgetting to pray Jesus loves me but not my wife Not my nigger friends or their nigger lives But Jesus loves me, that's for sure 'Cause the Bible tells me so |
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| 4:23 |
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I once fell in love with you
Just because the sky Turned from grey Into blue I once fell in love with you Just because the sky Turned from grey Into blue I once fell in love with you Just because the sky Turned from grey Into blue It was a good friday The streets were open and empty No more passion play On St. Nicholas avenue I believe in St. Nicholas It's a different type of Santa Claus I believe in St. Nicholas It's a different type of Santa Claus I believe in St. Nicholas I believe in St. Nicholas It's a different type of Santa Claus I believe in St. Nicholas I believe in St. Nicholas It's a different type of Santa Claus I believe in St. Nicholas I once fell in love with you Just because the sky Turned from grey Into blue I once fell in love with you Just because the sky Turned from grey Into blue I once fell in love with you Just because the sky Turned from grey Into blue It was a good friday It was a good friday The streets were Open and empty No more passion play On St. Nicholas avenue I believe in St. Nicholas It's a different type of Santa Claus |
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| 1:20 |
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Oh, you can leave me
On the corner Where you found me I'm not for sale anymore You can leave me On the corner Where you found me I'm not for sale anymore Oh, you can leave me On the corner Where you found me I'm not for sale anymore You can leave me On the corner Where you found me I'm not for sale anymore |
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| 3:37 |
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Oh sailor
Oh sail me Silver mast do impale me Oh windless Oh windy Remind me Rewind me Oh laughter Oh laughless Just sing this Just mean this Infinity whispered to me A mumble so dreamy A soft sound so creamy So dreamy Dreamy Infinity whispered to me A mumble so dreamy A soft sound so creamy So dreamy So dreamy So dreamy |
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| 2:56 | 
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| 8. |
| 3:09 |
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Black widow and white wood
The darkness of a forest eerily returns To stagger drunk like mud Taking swings at your woman Run! Why does butterscotch taste so good? And we can't have any But we must, we should Why does sugar cane taste so good? Even though sugar can only do ya harm You remind me of baseball Tow trucks and the movies Look sweet as to deliver me milk Almost frozen on those wintry mornings Don't slip, Mr. Mailman Watch out for my dog! Why does kissin' you feel so good? Even though it ain't allowed I know it sure damn should Why does holdin' hands feel so right? Got a bruise on my pinky ring from holdin' too tight Black diamonds swoon the corner Make it sparkle It's all for sale Pushin' snow on the summer kids Lewd remarks lowering Lick the lips, mischievous Lick the lips, mischievous Skittles are the rainbow And every color's popular Though red gets the most invitations To the junior high celebrations And I'll go alone, I don't care 'Cause rainbow's not my favorite color I'll go alone, I don't care It's not my favorite color Why does butterscotch taste so good? And we can't have any But we must, we should And why does sugar cane taste so good? Even though sugar can only do ya harm I'll go alone, I don't care It's not my favorite color Black widow and white wood |
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| 1:25 |
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I'll wait for you until the streets become sand
And all the ceilings in New York have come down I'll wait for you until the stars dominate the skies again I'll wait for you until the streets become sand And all the ceilings in New York have come down I'll wait for you until the stars dominate the skies again |
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| 10. |
| 3:49 |
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Miss Madonna, won't you give me a kiss?
One of your soft sweet lagrimas Miss Madonna, won't you give me a kiss? One of your soft sweet lagrimas Oh, Miss Madonna, won't you please give me a kiss? Give me one of those soft sweet lagrimas 'Cause I felt your pain When your - your baby was slain I tossed some roses to perfume his grave Oh, Miss Madonna, won't you let me underneath your halo? 'Cause it's raining hard Raining hard in this abyss Miss Madonna, won't you give me a kiss? One of your soft sweet lagrimas Miss Madonna, won't you give me a kiss? One of your soft sweet lagrimas Oh, Miss Madonna, where you goin' after church? In that preacher's car You know I won't tell nobody That you've been smoking cigars I won't tell nobody, tell nobody That you've been smoking cigars Miss Madonna, won't you give me a kiss? One of your soft sweet lagrimas Miss Madonna, won't you give me a kiss? One of your soft sweet lagrimas |
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| 4:56 |
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| 12. |
| 4:04 |
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You wanted to buy me for a hundred euro
You said you'd take me to your little car Your friend lived near by, he had a house and all Where was I from, you said You guessed Yugoslavia Well, it's not Yugoslavia It's not Yugoslavia at all It reminded me of a movie I just saw About a little girl from Yugoslavia She got sent away, they made her prostitute She ate McDonald's all day And never had a chance to play Lyla, Lyla, Lyla You wanted to buy me for a hundred euro You said you'd take me to your little car Your friend lived near by He had a house and all Where was I from, you said You guessed Yugoslavia But it's not Yugoslavia It's hardly Yugoslavia at all Lyla, Lyla, Lyla Lyla, Lyla, Lyla Lyla, Lyla, Lyla Lyla, Lyla, Lyla |
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