My cousin Bobby's on the county road Pickin' up trash for the car he stole You see him in them orange clothes, you'd swear he's evil He's had sticky fingers
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She said: "Sir, do you need the instruction manual?" "Well, no, Ma'am: there's no job I can't handle." Don't matter to me if it's high or low tech, I
I make my living with paper and pencil And an old guitar I use melody and words that rhyme To tug at other's hearts But mine is still too tender To put
My cousin Bobby?s on the county road Pickin up trash for the car he stole You see him in them orange clothes you?d swear he?s evil He?s had sticky fingers
I love the way your hair lays on your shoulders And how it shines there in the light I wanna hold 'cha, so come a little closer I dont want to miss a
In a crowded room I wanna hold your hand Wanna kiss your lips like a desperate man When I hear your voice callin my name I'll come runnin to you as fast
I've seen her give her last five dollars, To a stranger on the street, An' do without a dress she wanted, So we'd have enough to eat. And when the ladies
(Ohhhhhh Yeah) (ummm you are lookin good) (Come on over here by ol? Jeff) Lie beside me on the sand Put some lotion in your hand Kiss me once or twice
Just two years an' seven days, Between me an' legal age. Just one clerk in that liquor store, Between me an' that front door. My coat had deep pockets
"It says here you're from Houston: You're certified to drive a truck. "It doesn't say what you been doin' the last five years." Then I watched his eyes