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Ass Ponys lyrics - Some Stupid with a Flare Gun

Kitten

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the same sun shone through the window glass the table was set with the good plates you came down in your new easter dress and he smiled when he said your name he called you kitten who knows if you were right or not and who cares if you lost or won you kneel down arranging the wreath you brought and your back is warmed by the same sun he called you kitten

I Get The Blues When It Rains

JERRY LEE LEWIS "Sings The Country Music Hall Of Fame Hits, Vol. 2"
It was raining, dear, when I met you You smiled, the sun shone through Then it rained again and I lost you Just why I never knew. Now every time the storm clouds gather way up in the sky, I see them all and I recall those happy days gone by: I get the blues when it rains, The blues I can't lose when it rains Each little drop that falls on my window pane Always reminds me of the tears I've shed in vain I sit and wait for the sun To shine down on me once again It rained when I found you, It rained when I lost you, That's why I'm so blue when it rains.

Private Audition

HEART "Private Audition"
I got an appointment to keep, for seven nights I couldn't sleep I'm in a state of disbelief It's my big chance on magic street I followed this fashion doll down the famous hall Ginger won't be long at all She said Take a number You'll be called. I said I'm gonna show him what I can do now its just between us two. In the grand tradition...Private audition (Wish I knew then what I know now) I don;t know what I did wrong, I thought I really laid it on When he called out for some more, I gave him my standard encore I gave him the Swanee River, and the good ship Rockin' Rye The Stars and Stripes Forever, and good ol' Pal O' Mine But that ain't what he was on about He was casting for his couch (ahem) He said, Come on baby, show me what you can do, Now it's just between us two. In the great tradition...Private audition

Hello Old Friend

Kim Richey
Hello old friend, aww, this is so like you To drop back in, well, you were right on time. How have I been? Well, that can of worms ain't worth opening, Leave it at fine, just fine Ooo oo oo ooo ahhhh, I'm just fine So how 'bout you? Yeah, how 'bout those big dreams? Did some come true according to plan? Are you married yet? Huh, I thought you would be by now I forget, what was her name, ahhh, what was her name? Ooo oo oo ooo ahhhh, good old what's-her-name And is it me you want, or are you just lonely, well aren't we all And I like the way you sound straight out of lost and found Glad you called Well, you made me smile, hell I laughed right out loud And it's been a while, and it feels real good You know what I'd wish, were I the wishing kind? That you'd take a trip down to my neighborhood, ahhhh, my neighborhood Ooo oo oo ooo, yeah, come on down to my neighborhood And is it me you want, or are you just lonely, well aren't we all And I like the way you sound straight out of lost and found Glad you called Hello old friend

A Few Good Rides Away

BROOKS & DUNN "Waitin' On Sundown"
I was sittin' in a truckstop Watchin' tumbleweeds roll by Tryin' to read the menu When the waitress caught my eye She pulled a pencil from her hair And leaned across the bar I did my best not to stare But man, she made it hard I asked that trucker next to me Hey, what looks good today He said I know what's on your mind And boy, there ain't no way Get yourself some apple pie And something cool to drink I know you want the special And I like the way you think But you can't have the waitress Boy, everybody's tried There's a cowboy down in Abilene Who keeps her satisfied They got a hundred acre dream That's gettin' closer every day Just a few more plates of ham and eggs And a few good rides away Hard times hit West Texas Damn near everything's for sale But there's somethings we hold sacred When everything else fails When we're down to nothing Out here, everybody shares Most of us have lost our dreams So we bought into theirs I've seen her walk a hundred miles Up and down this floor I've never seen her fail to smile When he limps through that door So when you're done, you leave a tip And make it nice and fat And feel lucky you can own a piece Of something like that But you can't have the waitress Boy, everybody's tried There's a cowboy down in Abilene Who keeps her satisfied They got a hundred acre dream That's gettin' closer every day Just a few more plates of ham and eggs And a few good rides away But you can't have the waitress Boy, everybody's tried There's a cowboy down in Abilene Who keeps her satisfied They got a hundred acre dream That's gettin' closer every day Just a few more plates of ham and eggs And a few good rides away Just a few more plates of ham and eggs And a few good rides away

Feel So Good

Mase "Harlem World"
You ready Mase? Party people In the place to be (Uh huh) It's about that time For us to (Yeah, uh huh) Yo, what you know about goin' out Head west, red Lex, TV's all up in the headrest Try and live it up Ride true, a bigger truck Peeps all glittered up Stick up can, they go what? Jig wit it cuz ship crisp, split it all Ho's ride, get your nut 'till I can't get it up I'm a big man, give this man room I'd a hit everything, from Cancun to Grant's tomb Why you standin' on the wall? Hand on your balls Lighting up drugs always fightin' in the club I'm the reason they made the dress code They figure I wouldn't wild when I'm in my french clothes Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes Neck full of gold, baguettes in my Rolls Wreck shows, collect those, extra O's Buy the E, get a key, to the Lex to hold East, West, every state, come on, bury the hate Millions, the only thing we in a hurry to make Are the friend that act's friend in a Lex or a Benz Let's begin, bring this BS to an end Come on [1] - Bad, bad, bad, bad boy You make me feel so good You know you make me feel so good You know you make me feel so good Bad, bad, bad, bad boy I wouldn't change you if I could I wouldn't change you if I could I wouldn't change you if I could Ah ah You can't understand we be Waikiki Sippin' DP to the TV, look greedy Little kids see me, way out in DC With a Z3, chrome VB's, they wanna be me Nigga's talkin' shit they ought to quit I'm fortunate they don't see a fourth what I get And those be the same ones walkin' while I whip Just stylishing cars cuz they all true Nig' So while you daydream my Mercedes gleam And I deal with ho's that pose in Maybeline One time you had it all I ain't mad at ya'll Now give me the catalog, I'll show you how daddy bought Six cars and power to fire big stars Sit up, CEO style, smokin' on cigars, nigga It's like ya'll be talkin' funny I don't understand language of people with short money Come on [Repeat 1] Ah ah Do Mase got the ladies? Do Puff drive Mercedes? Take hits from the 80's? But do it sound so crazy? Well me personally, It's nothin' personal I do what work for me, you do what work for you And I dress with what I was blessed with Never been arrested for nothin' domestic And I chill the way you met me With a jet ski attached to a SE Smoke my Nestle, no mad rap-ass cat Where my check be? Problem with ya'll I say it directly Went from hard to sweet, starved to eat From no hoes at shows to menage in suites Now I be the cat that be hard to meet Gettin' head from girls That used to hardly speak Come on [Repeat 1 until fade] Mase Harlem World Bad Boy Goodfellaz baby Yeah And we won't stop Cuz we can't stop Mason Betha Yeah Owwwww, come on

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