He found all hands against his own Found all eyes were looking down And the sun had left and gone All his friends could not be found Don?t talk about
She's all mine She mine, all mine, all mine I love the way she walks Yeah, she walk good I love the way she talks Aw yeah she talk good Keep your hands
Ahh-Yeah Oh my God, something is wrong I'm floatin' down a river where I don't belong With out you 'Cause if I fall with out you Now I see it's all clear
i know you didn't plan to do this from the ' you can pass like a virgin tonight i wanna taste you like a pie from the oven number one i kiss your lips
Listen You're askin' me if I Know what real love feels like If I ever let anyone inside You can't be serious, serious 'Cause I was the one givin' all
I wake in the morning tired of sleeping Get in the shower and make my bed alone I put on my makeup talking to the mirror Ready for a new day without you
Jimmy Got Nothing made himself a name With a gun that he polished for a rainy day A smile and a quote from a vigilante movie Our boy Jimmy just blew them
I loved you once but look at you now You're in somebody else's bed I loved you once so I don't know how You're with a man like that, you'd be better off
Rollin' to the club Stop to get my grub on Nothin' like those Krispy Kremes Soon as I was done It was time to get my groove on Find a place that's happenin
Grandma's hands Clapped in church on Sunday morning Grandma's hands Played a tambourine so well Grandma's hands Used to issue out a warning She'd say, "
Two hands I wanna play the piano with two hands Should've learned Two hands come in handy, it's the way of the world Boy you're not being good to me You
Well, I got a little change in my pocket going jingle lingle ling Want to call you on the telephone, baby, and give you a ring But each time we talk,
It's hard to argue when You won't stop making sense But my tongue still misbehaves And it keeps digging my own grave With my hands open and my eyes open
I can remember days, things weren't always this way I used to make you smile if only for a while But now you can't get through, there's no way I can lose
You need hands to hold someone you care for You need hands to show that you're sincere When you fear nobody wants to know you You need hands to brush
[sample from Apocalypse Now]: "Pile...little arms"
"WITH YO' HEART, NOT YO' HANDS" - 1990 Sympathy For The Record Industry 7" (Malfunkshun cover) with yo' heart, not yo' hands with yo' heart, not yo'
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Hands up, shorty when you party with me We goin' way past