I'm throwing rice at the girl that I love After she just said, "I do" I'm throwing rice with a smile on my lips But my heart is breaking in two She was
Not for all the rice in China Not for all the grapes in France Would I exchange the pleasure That I get with every measure When we dance Not for all
Verse one: (nine) Word life Every day Every single day Same old thing nah mean Just anther struggle trying to put food in your stomach Keep a roof over
I don't want to talk about it I don't want to talk about it I don't want to talk about it I don't want to know She goes In June And so do we Help me
All she wanted me to do was help her cook the rice Can you help me please cook the rice? I will get the knife, the fork, the napkin on the table All you
(beck, wood, hopkins, newman) [instrumental]
I'm taking you down to the place in the field And when I find you underneath the grass I know you feel this way, you feel this way Because I know you
I don't eat red meat but I'm not a vegetarian I like ice cream/ but not much dairy 'cause it gets in my nose it makes me gotta blows snot like a farmer
I am the rice weeder, I am the exploited, I am the proletarian who never feared I got killed and chained, nor jail nor violence could stop me With our
riso bianco riso giallo viene il sole e canta il gallo riso bianco riso rosso tu ne mangi io non posso riso bianco riso nero oggi sono piu sincero riso
No rice and peas for dinner tonight The ghetto people can't afford the price Every thing gone pon sky high You know what I mean (oeh) Who feels it knows
how can you not find everything you need in all of this? potatoes, rice, and bread, we'll burn it as we take it in. sing your heart out, sing it like
Long, white limousine pulls up to a church A sick part of me wishes it was a hearse I didn't get an invitation, but I'm here anyway And I don't care if
She married the one I love today When my back was turned she took him away Now while they're all outside, waiting to throw rice What I want to throw will
The draughts blew cold Under the door When we threw our clothes To the kitchen floor The broccoli boils In a pan on the gas stove Where we stand
I see the sun settin' over America I'm tryin' to leave my darker side behind Feelin' my way down a blue desert highway Wish my rear view mirror could