Texty:
Mrs Green

but not a helping hand Mrs. Green, you're older But you're really no more cleaver Things that you were thinking I am thinking I will never Mrs. Green

Magnificent wonder Mrs. Bean Your daughter's under her chair She's hiding her face, her legs, her hair You've got them all so very clean You've done

knew everything about him I'm sure he could find a way to keep him around Whoaa Mrs. Green Did I tell you I'm falling back I'm falling back on you again Whoaa Mrs. Green

Jeans Cuz My Credit Card Skinny Its Pitch Black And Covers All Incidentals And Mrs Wrong Sorry You Aint Notice My Potential Fuck Yall Rappers And Your Self-Proclaimed Status I Can Only See Green

Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope Oooh rev ain't right, his church ain't right Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes Mrs. parks said, "Brother starks

this Why the Devil gotta make it Why the Lord gotta make something that'll kill Something so marvelous This ring, brings demeaning demons in G-strings, songs we sing, make 'em fiend semen And green

We are the Village Green Preservation Society God save Donald Duck, Vaudeville and Variety We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society God save strawberry

's children they all gotta die My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie I'm closing in on my fifteenth year If you think that you have seen a pair of eyes more green

one day I fell from grace, landed in this place My innocence erased from talkin' back to my momma's face Like I was lost in space Without a trace, cuttin' class, bein' Mrs