I know 'cos I've seen it It was great and I want it There's no point in sitting Going crazy on my own Do you know what I was put here in this world for
I know an old lady who swallowed a fly I don't know why she swallowed the fly Perhaps she'll die I know an old lady who swallowed a spider That wriggled
I'm in love with a big blue frog A big blue frog loves me It's not as bad as it appears He wears glasses and he's six foot three Well, I'm not worried
So I told him that he?d better shut his mouth And do his job like a man And he answered "Listen, father" "I will never kill another" He thinks he?s better
Struggling to keep my head above water Looking back to what I used to live with Talk, you're losing site of me I'm always out to make a scene Slow down
When yer chips have just gone cold, don't throw 'em in the bin like you've been told. Chuck them down onto the floor, then tread them in so the mess looks
Right before my very eyes I thought that you were only fakin' it And like before my heart was takin' it Baby, what a big surprise Right before my very
black Jamaican stud There's five Cinderellas and some leather drags I almost fell into my mug There's a Crawford, Davis and a tacky Cary Grant And some
Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders Says they're on me when I sleep Waiting in the out-house for me Underneath the seat Great-grandmothers 'bout ninety-
never begged for anything before I'm close to knockin' on St.Peter's door Come on baby, I'm down on my knees You know my heart will never rest in peace Grant
2 If I'm open for da 3 I'ma take it in a second Even if there's one second I'ma make it, it's nothin' I don't take it for granted I don't take it for
Performed by Heather Small Written by Heather Small and Peter Vettese Produced by Peter Vettese Published by BMG Music / EMI Music Publishing Engineered
back, crack the Bailey's Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt that's the heater My nigga drop losses, strike like Adidas This shit is deep, the Grant
couple when a couple of years've gone by. You don't talk; you think you know each other so well you don't have to try... you take for granted what you
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T T O Which is the one to blame when bullets blow? Either Peter, Jane or John or Joe But Joe can't shoot a gun, he's always drunk An' Peter's pimpin
Jamaican stud There's five Cinderellas and some leather drags I almost fell into my mug There's a Crawford, Davis and a tacky Cary Grant and some Homeboys
