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Boy George Cold Shoulder

cold inside Remember that fight in Amsterdam When I made you cry cos I know I can You could not escape the chill Of my cold, cold shoulder All your

and the ace of spades Was amazed at greater Cut Creator on the fade Then I played cards with the queen of clubs The queen of hearts with me cold fell

hate you" england's not the mythical land of madame george + roses it's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds and I love my boy + that's why

Just loan me your ears for 15 minutes Walk with me Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them *****z they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder

s not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill Black boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving

loan me your ears for 15 minutes Walk with me Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them niggaz they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder

the weather Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks and boy did he ever and we hold these truths to be self evident: #1 George W. Bush is not president

's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving

s not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving