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James Taylor Don T Talk Now

Don't talk now Don't talk roads Don't talk sand Don't talk dust Don't talk no man Don't talk rules Don't talk vows Don't talk now I don't wanna hear

how, don't talk now. Don't talk roads, don't talk sand. Don't talk dust, don't talk no man. Don't talk rules, don't talk vows, don't talk now. I don't

how, don't talk now. Don't talk roads, don't talk sand. Don't talk dust, don't talk no man. Don't talk rules, don't talk vows, don't talk now. I don't

?t leave! What about the show? What about Jimmy? JOANNE: Don?t touch me, Marty! MARTY: Ladies, you can?t do this to me! JOANNE: Marty, you know I

crazy It's so low down, show down There's nothing else safe to say Baby's on the town, baby's looking 'round Talking 'bout walking away Don't let go

up, lying low Long gone come a summertime snow Hold on to now Till you have to let go Easy through your fingers Ever so I'm just guessing I don't know

bridges are for buning So don't you let that yearning Pass you by Walking man, walking man walks Well, any other man stops and talks But the walking man

New York shit I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks Taylor made clothin with my New York stitch My chick bangin don't you see my New York bitch

it stay hot like summer I grind... ooohhh... I still grind... yeaaaahh... Even when the well runs dry, I see my struggle Ain't a day go by, that I don't