Fuck Marxism Fuck Socialism Fuck Capitalism Fuck Anarchism White man's got a whole lot of solutions White man's got a whole lot of problems White man'
Look what you've done to that Sacred Shroud You shit eating sons-of-bitches Why I oughta You better clean it up Or I'll kill everyone on Earth
The words I love you come easy To the lips of a liar or a fool But if it's true love talking you can't do enough So do it to someone you love Do it to
Well, I was out a drinkin' With a couple of friends of mine When the bartender handed me the telephone Said, there's a wife on the line I told her I was
I wish that you could see the you that I see. Not some bullshit glamour fantasy. Put down those magazines and see... see a real beauty. I wish that you
Aaron Watson/Neal Lowry You warned me from the start not to let you break my heart I guess you don't know who your talking too I'll bet you money no
Smooth the sofa, plump the pillows Dump the ashtrays, oh, this dress Look at me, I am shaking all over Shaking all over, I'm a mess Waiting, wondering
On blind dates You meet in corners, You take a jump into the unknown They're classified, they're top secret, An antidote to being on your own. You're
Pigment a simple color of skin no definition of where i fit in blind hatred just a matter of pride presevation of the demon inside of you man agaisnt
LUCE: Listen to your lady who speaks. This affair has run its course. I'll reside in Athens six weeks While I get me a divorce. DROMIO: Listen to
FANNY & CHORUS Smooth the sofa, plump the pillows Dump the ashtrays, oh this dress Look at me I am shaking all over, Shaking all over I'm a mess
So, you wanna go out with me Watch me get on my knees and bleed? I stole this scrapbook from you Doesn't matter 'cause you stole it too Sugarcoated kisses
It's a dirty title, but it's a clean song It was just a thought that hadn't been written And I believed it was a good idea The words I love you come
Well, Granddaddy was a hillbilly, scholar blue collar of a man He came from the school where you didn't need nothing If you could make it with your own
[Fanny & chorus:] Smooth the sofa, plump the pillows Dump the ashtrays, oh this dress Look at me I am shaking all over, Shaking all over I'm a mess Waiting
Que por fin lo tengo decidido tengo cita a ciegas a las seis es amigo de un amigo mio estoy loca ya lo se Tantas citas raras he tenido que una a ciageas