. I'm wishing that I'd know. When I see you standing there, Over by the door... You're wishing that I'd go. And I'm wishing that you'd go. Appetite
Titanic sinks, I'm the one you gon' meet Hearing terrified screams, they surround my team All you see is trails of blood, even God won't intervene Nightmares of darkness, my appetite
I ain't got no sympathy for you" And I am, I feel, like I wanna bite his head off Yeah, that'd be fun 'Coz I sure got an appetite I click my heels
the trees look like stubble on winters chin And I think I?ll ride my pony There?s a wreath of bones and ribbon hangin? on my cabin door Lusty appetites
as a Jew], And a plate of Irish stew he soon put out of sight. He shouted out "Encore" with a roar for some more That he never felt before such a keen appetite
burned low Fill me with the hot stuff then say you've got to go Take my mind, marinade it in red wine Grate my thighs with your chinny chin chin And
Both her hair and shoes are flat And why is she so rude? MARGOT: Wipe your tears it's no big thing You were meant to wear his ring Cheer-up chin-up
I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin, "Keep breathing" Don't wear your colors here, that cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
was in an ambulance tellin my cousin keep breathing Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite (But
terms with immolation, Don't try to pull me from the pyre, It's too late for liberation. I wonder what I would've made of other features, Given all my kinds of appetite
jobs Call me crazy But I refuse to work, man it?s miserable Can?t do it ?less it?s due to circumstance And I need the cash to feed my astronomical appetite
these crappy jobs Call my crazy, but I refuse to work em man It's miserable Can't do it 'less it's due to circumstance And I need the cash to feed my astronomical appetite
my cousin keep breathing [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite (but that
s burned low Fill me with the hot stuff then say you've got to go Take my mind, marinade it in red wine Grate my thighs with your chinny chin chin And
with a bunch of raps with 'em Lookin' like the holocaust was a premeds [?] I am tryna get Ms. Piggy by the motherfucking hairs of her chinny chin chin
look like stubble on winter's chin And I think I'll ride my pony There's a wreath of bone's and ribbon hangin' on my cabin door Lusty appetites have
