Wild Cherry - Lyrics - The Best of Foghat - Foghat

Title: Wild Cherry
Album: The Best of Foghat
Artist: Foghat
Composer(s): Thomas W. Dawes, Roger P. Earl, David Peverett, Tony Stevens, Roderick Price

Lyric:
Cherry, wild, wild Cherry
Talkin' 'bout Cherry
Wild, wild Cherry

She make love like a wildcat
Roll like a wire-chrome wheel
She tastes so good, wild Cherry
Ooh, she makes me feel
Cherry, wild, wild Cherry

Dressed like raggedy Annie
Red-headed baby doll
Spends her time drinkin' wine
Diggin' that rock and roll
Cherry, wild wild Cherry

She make love like a wildcat
Roll like a wire-chrome wheel
She tastes so good, wild Cherry
Ooh, she makes me feel
Cherry, wild, wild Cherry, whoa

Rock on

You've heard about 8-ball Sally
You've heard of knee trembler Jane
Well, I got a girl, crazy little momma
'Bout to drive me insane
Wild Cherry, wild, wild Cherry

She make love like a wildcat
Roll like a wire-chrome wheel
She tastes so good, wild Cherry
Yes, she makes me feel
Cherry, wild, wild Cherry, yeah

Whoa, that's me

She loves with a natural feelin'
Moves like a lovin' machine
When she gets down
Starts messin' around
Fast lovin' speedy and lean
Cherry, wild, wild Cherry

I told you, she makes love like a wildcat
Roll like a wire-chrome wheel
She tastes so good, ah, wild Cherry
How she makes me feel
Cherry, wild, wild Cherry, yeah, whoa

Cherry, wild, wild Cherry
Cherry, wild, wild Cherry
You know she tastes so good
You know she tastes so good
You know she tastes so good
You know she tastes so good

When I'm talkin' about Cherry
I'm talkin' about Cherry
I'm talkin' about Cherry
I'm talkin' about Cherry

I said wild, wild, wild, wild, wild Cherry
I said wild, wild, wild, wild, wild Cherry
Ah, the way she moves, I love the way she gets down

Cherry
Cherry
Cherry
...

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Happy Alone - Lyrics - Youth & Young Manhood - Kings Of Leon

Title: Happy Alone
Album: Youth & Young Manhood
Artist: Kings Of Leon
Composer(s): Angelo Petraglia, Caleb Followill, Nathan Followill

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Lyric:
On my way, so it seems, blooming flowers waltz before me
Rollin' numbers, passing time, got to get outside the city
In the morning all will see, just how crazy young love can be
On our own away again, don't get down my darlin'

I'm gonna tangle my face hair, it's gonna tickle your daughter
3 o'clock and the mornin', they all cry to me
I'll be prancin' around in my high heels and your cherry red lipstick
Look out your window I'm on your street

Miles away, so unclear, almost lost it in Montana
Lets pull over, have us a choke
I love to watch you when your dancin'
I wonder if they ever dream, they would get just what we gave them
All wrapped up in feel 19, chasin' stars that are fallin'

I'm gonna tangle my face hair, it's gonna tickle your daughter
3 o'clock and the mornin', they all cry to me
I'll be prancin' around in my high heels and your cherry red lipstick
Look out your window I'm on your street

When that train heads home
They're gonna be so gone gone, you ain't never gonna see me
I'm a gone gone, you ain't nothin' to me
When they shine them streets, they're gonna find our song

I'm gonna tangle my face hair, it's gonna tickle your daughter
3 o'clock and the mornin', they all cry to me
I'll be prancin' around in my high heels and your cherry red lipstick
Look out your window I'm on your street

I'm gonna tangle my face hair, it's gonna tickle your daughter
3 o'clock and the mornin', they all cry to me
I'll be prancin' around in my high heels and your cherry red lipstick
Look out your window I'm on your street
Come on [Incomprehensible]

I'm on your street, they all cry to me
I'm on your street, they all cry to me
I'm on your street, they all cry to me
I'm on your street, they all cry to me
I'm on your

I'm on your street, they all cry to me
I'm on your street, they all cry to me

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Cherry Red - Lyrics - Great Moments With B.B. King - B.B. King

Title: Cherry Red
Album: Great Moments With B.B. King
Artist: B.B. King
Composer(s): Pete Johnson, Joe Turner

Lyric:
Run here, pretty mama
Sit down on your daddy's knee
So I can tell everybody
How you've been sending me

Mama, if this is your secret
You better keep it to yourself
Because if you tell me
I might, I might tell somebody else

I like it red, big fat mama
With the meat shakin' on her bone
And every time she walks down the street
Some steely the woman and longs to home
And longs to home

I want you to take me, pretty mama
[Incomprehensible]
I want you to love me, mama
Till my face turns like cherry red

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Feeling - Lyrics - The Jelly Jam

Title: Feeling
Artist: The Jelly Jam
Composer(s): T Tabor, J Myung, R Morgenstein

Lyric:
Once on a ride
I was left in the forest
And the leaves and the wind
Seemed to carry me home

But when I arrived
It was long after morning
And the heat of the day
Left me standing alone

Voices calling, I go falling in
Someone said, "Let's go" but it begins
And it seems like I've been here before

Leave me my red cherry wine
And I know I'll be doing just fine
'Cause I'm keeping this
Deep heart of mine from feeling

Long after dark
I was left out there wandering
And I came across things
I would never have seen

And once in a while
I'd imagine a ray of light
And I'd think to myself
I might just make it out of this thing

Voices calling, I go falling in
Someone said, "Let's go" but it begins
And it seems like I've been here before

Leave me my red cherry wine
And I know I'll be doing just fine
'Cause I'm keeping this
Deep heart of mine from feeling

Feeling
Feeling
Feeling

And when I awoke
It was long after morning
And it seemed like a dream
But I knew it was real

'Cause the glass had been broken
At the sound of a warning
And the truth became known
In the things I had tried to conceal, yeah

Voices calling, I go falling in
Someone said, "Let's go" but it begins
And it seems like I've been here before

Leave me my red cherry wine
And I know I'll be doing just fine
'Cause I'm leaving my red cherry wine
'Cause I know I'll be alright in time

Yeah, give me my red cherry wine
'Cause I know I'll be doing just fine
And I'm feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling

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Gangbangin' 101 - Lyrics - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - Snoop Dogg

Title: Gangbangin' 101
Album: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Calvin Broadus, Terrace Martin, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
West Coast, it's time to stand up
We gon' unite 'round this motherf*** one time
I'm callin' every real Crip
And every real B dog to the table right now
Yeah, we gon' push a real line right now
See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla ***

Have you ever seen a hundred thousand Rip riders from the side?
Blue Chucks, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Street Blues
*** gotta pay they dues on the crews
Or with the ***, spray these suckas, then I cruise

My granny saw it on the news
She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
'Cause the homies had the loop-loop that night at King Park

And I got into a squab, got caught and went to jail
Straight to the County with no motherf*** bail
Forty eight hundred with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie, Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail

He said, ?Trip Dogg, you better get right, Crip right??
Eyes open 'cause *** get stuck on seez-ight
It ain't no motherf*** problem, pop-pop, tick-tock
Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin' 'til I drop

Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip

Is I in the motherf*** S-5?
With the red bandanna, double knotted 'round the rear view
*** see clear through, they know that it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I bang

So bang like Snoop in 'Deep Cover'
I got the seat reclined, *** under the white-T, smothered
Dippin' down Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies
Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessey

And bang for my *** locked up, they can't stop us
It ain't a gangsta party 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two *** on
Huey P. Newton with Air Force Ones on

I *** but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams
Red Lambo', red bandanna, print ceilin'
Me and Snoop got the West Coast locked
Red and blue rag tied in a knot
With all my motherf*** homies yellin' out

So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip

I ran outta gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck
Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue Chucks
Hopped out the '6-trey, nowhere to go
Til' Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4

We 'Just Dippin', one Bloodin', one Crippin'
I'm on that Bulls ***, throwback Scott Pippen
Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the left side
'So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just throw up Westside'

What up, Blood? Yeah cuz, we just tippin'
Me and Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my feet
Stop and C-Walk to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street

Eastside, LBC, *** in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it C known, *** welcome to the Thunderdome

Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
So what, so what, so what, so what?
So what, so what, so what, so what?
Crip, Crip, Crip

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Drunk Daddy - Lyrics - Ferociously Stoned - Cherry Poppin Daddies

Title: Drunk Daddy
Album: Ferociously Stoned
Artist: Cherry Poppin Daddies
Composer(s): Steve Perry

Lyric:
Mamma married a big asshole
Whiskey bottles on the floor
He just keeps on watchin' TV
Stepchild tired of being poor

Kitchen smells like rotten garbage
I can't chew my food, my face is sore
Momma didn't come home last evening
Neighbors say that she's a whore

Some folks never want for nothin'
I'm a worn out hand me down
Stupid rich kid gets me angry
Lord, I'm gonna cut him down

And now I'm grown up, the same old story
At 21 I fell in love
She left me just like the others
Jesus, why'd you curse my love?

Drunk daddy broke my fingers
Drunk daddy done kicked my head
Drunk daddy smashed my sister
Turned my whole world red

Drunk daddy broke my fingers
Drunk daddy done kicked my head
Drunk daddy smashed my sister
Turned my whole blood red, yeah

I haul the burden for the high and mighty
But I'm the top hat devil's son
I got the luck of the drunk, try an' nail me
I'm the bullseye, aim you gun

Yesterday they shook your hand boy
Now they're gonna stab your back
I can hear their sickening laugher
Sneakin' like a Siamese cat

Back stage in the club bathroom
A graven image on the wall
I'm about to get my vengeance
Lights go down in the hall

You gotta move fast to beat the devil
Your arm is too short to box with god
Big shadow in the doorway
He's not going to spare the rod, so get out

Drunk daddy broke my fingers
Drunk daddy done kicked my head
Drunk daddy smashed my sister
Turned my whole world red

Drunk daddy broke my fingers
Drunk daddy done kicked my head
Drunk daddy smashed my sister
Turned my whole blood red

He's coming up the stairs, he's got that thing in his hand
No dad, don't leave me alone, no, no daddy don't
He's coming up the stairs, oh he got that thing in his hand
Okay, dad, you can beat me but you'll never beat me

Drunk daddy broke my fingers
Drunk daddy done kicked my head
Drunk daddy smashed my sister
Turned my whole world red

Drunk daddy broke my fingers
Drunk daddy done kicked my head
Drunk daddy smashed my sister
Turned my whole blood red, blood red

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Cherry Blue Skies - Lyrics - A Beautiful World - Robin Thicke

Title: Cherry Blue Skies
Album: A Beautiful World
Artist: Robin Thicke
Composer(s): Bobby Keyes, Jamie Gass, Robin Thicke

Lyric:
White man's killin' the black man
Black mans chasing the red
War in these streets
No talkin' 'bout peace

The days off the leach, under pressure
All of this violence and hate
Crime is rising
The world ain't the same as it was

But it's never too late to try
To get on the same side
Get on the same side
It's cherry blue skies
Where there's cherry blue skies

Everything's a struggle
But freedoms worth a fight
And love is still
The consumer at all times

Your friends and lovers
Your sisters and brothers
All love the same from the moon

But it's never too late to try
To get on the same side
Get on the same side
It's cherry blue skies
Where there's cherry blue skies

It's never gonna be to late to try
A place where there's hope
A place where there's peace
It's never to late to try
For the cherry blue skies

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Midnight Blue - Lyrics - Foreigner

Title: Midnight Blue
Artist: Foreigner
Composer(s): Lou Gramm, Bruce Turgon

Lyric:
Ain't got no regrets and I ain't losin' track
Of which way I'm going ain't gonna double back
Don't want no misplay put on no display
An angel? No, but I know my way, oh yeah oh

I used to follow yeah, that's true but my following days are over
Now I just gotta follow through
I remember what my father said
He said, "Son, life is simple it's either cherry red or?

Midnight blue
Oh
Midnight blue
Oh

You were the restless one and you did not care
That I was the trouble boy lookin' for a double dare
I won't apologize for the things I've done and said
But when I win your heart, I'm gonna paint it cherry red

I don't want to talk about it what you do to me
I can't live without it
And you might think that it's much too soon
For us to go this far into the

Midnight blue
Oh
It's midnight blue
Oh

Things could be different but that'd be a shame, 'cause
I'm the one who could feel the sun right in the pouring rain
I won't say where I don't know when
But soon there's gonna come a day

I'll be back again
Yeah, I'll be back for you
You see, I'm saving up my love

Midnight blue
Oh
In to the midnight blue
Oh

In to the midnight blue
Oh
They need this midnight blue
Oh

In to the midnight blue
Oh
Midnight blue
Oh

Midnight blue
Oh
They need this midnight blue
Oh

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Midnight Blue - Lyrics - Ready or Not - Lou Gramm

Title: Midnight Blue
Album: Ready or Not
Artist: Lou Gramm
Composer(s): Lou Gramm, Bruce Turgon

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Lyric:
Ain't got no regrets
I ain't losin' track of which way I'm going
I ain't gonna double back
Don't want no misplay, put on no display
An angel no, but I know my way, oh yeah, oh

I used to follow, yeah, that's true
But my following days are over
Now I just gotta follow through
And I remember what my father said
He said, "Son, life is simple, it's either cherry red or

Midnight blue, oh
Midnight blue, oh"

You were the restless one
And you did not care that
I was the trouble boy lookin' for a double dare
I won't apologize for the things I've done and said
But when I win your heart, I'm gonna paint it cherry red

I don't want to talk about it
What you do to me
I can't live without it
And you might think that it's much too soon
For us to go this far into the

Midnight blue, oh
It's midnight blue, oh

Now things could be different, that'd be a shame 'cause
I'm the one who can feel the sun right in the pouring rain
I won't say where and I don't know when
But soon there's gonna come a day baby, I'll be back again
Yeah, I'll be back for you, you see I'm savin' up my love

Midnight blue, oh
Into the midnight blue, oh
Into the midnight blue, oh
Can't leave this midnight blue, oh
Into the midnight blue, oh
Midnight blue, oh
Midnight blue, oh

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Cherry Bomb - Lyrics - Ash

Title: Cherry Bomb
Artist: Ash
Composer(s): Tim Wheeler

Lyric:
Teenage queen, a sweet gamine
Immortal youth, a libertine
Is she real or just a dream?
My heart beats fast like Benzedrine

Every time that she walks by
Sends shivers down my spine
Makes me wanna die

She is out there on her own
Perfection in her chromosomes
She walked by, I need to know
Her blood red lips as soft as snow

Every time that she walks by
Sends shivers down my spine
Makes me wanna die, oh yeah

She's a cherry bomb
She's a bullet in my head
Pull the trigger and I'm dead
Oh oh oh oh, oh yeah

When she walks across the floor
Electric shock and my heart is raw
Is she real or just a dream?
My heart beats fast like Benzedrine

Every time that she walks by
Sends shivers down my spine
Makes me wanna die, oh yeah

She's a cherry bomb
She's a bullet in my head
Pull the trigger and I'm dead
Oh oh oh oh, oh yeah

She's a cherry bomb
She's a bullet in my head
Pull the trigger and I'm

She's a cherry bomb
Dream about her in my bed
Pull the trigger and I'm dead
Oh oh oh oh, oh yeah
Oh oh oh oh, oh yeah
Oh oh oh oh, oh yeah

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Satellites - Lyrics - The Good, the Bad and the Beautiful - Cherry Monroe

Title: Satellites
Album: The Good, the Bad and the Beautiful
Artist: Cherry Monroe
Composer(s): Ryan Harris, Matthew John Tokarsky, Bryan Patrick Campbell

Lyric:
My heart has now bled, your lipstick sweet cherry red
Look at those bright blue eyes
No need to flip the switch, when I look at you I squint
D-d-damn you light up the room

I wanna take you home tonight, I'd take you home forever
I'm staring at satellites
I wanna take you home tonight, I'd take you home forever
I'm staring at satellites

She dresses like a pop star
I'm feeling so far away from reality
It ain't hard to understand, she can break any man
B-b-by the way that she moves

I wanna take you home tonight, I'd take you home forever
I'm staring at satellites
I wanna take you home tonight, I'd take you home forever
I'm staring at satellites

I've come undone
It's easier said than done, it's easier, it's so easier
I've come undone
It's easier said than done, it's easier, it's so easier

I wanna take you home tonight, I'd take you home forever
I'm staring at satellites
I wanna take you home tonight, I'd take you home forever
I'm staring at satellites

I wanna take you home tonight
I wanna take you home tonight

I wanna take you home tonight, I'd take you home forever
I'm staring at satellites
I wanna take you home tonight, I'd take you home forever
I'm staring at satellites

I wanna take you home tonight, I'd take you home forever
I'm staring at satellites, staring at satellites, staring at satellites

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Have A Party - Lyrics - Blood Money - Mobb Deep

Title: Have A Party
Album: Blood Money
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Nathaniel Hale, Curtis James Jackson, Albert Johnson, Fred Nassar, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
This is how we do it, when we do it
Like we just wanna tear the club up
We do it like ain't nuttin' to it, the way we do it
Now e'rybody put your fuckin' hands up, let's go

Hey! Go 'head and have a party if you want to
Now now now now, I'm pumping on
Hey! Go 'head and touch your body like you want to
Now now now now, I'm pumping on

You heard about the kid, you know how I rock
Went from pumpin' bags on the block, straight to the top
So the money ain't a thing now, yeah, that's right
Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hamptons
I splurge with it, I'm so absurd with it
Got the hunger to go get it 'cause I wan' go spend it
You know how a boss player play, nigga I'm ballin'
If there's money to be made, I'm all in

Catch me in a cherry red Porsche, beige seats, red pipin'
You want me to teach you how to stunt, aight then
Tattoos on the arm, 30 karats on the charm
'Cause the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the Don
First night if I don't hit, second night I want some shit
Third night we call it quits, I ain't fuckin' with the bitch
Sex is my drug of choice, I'm high off life
Another move another mill', let's get right, aight?

Hey! Go 'head and have a party if you want to
Now now now now, I'm pumping on
Hey! Go 'head and touch your body like you want to
Now now now now, I'm pumping on
Hey!

You could, catch me cockin' the fifth, got me rockin' with Fif'
Now that's why you see the keys to the Bent'
Got my niggaz movin' the bricks, it don't stop
And a million dollar deal, homey get that gwap
See dudes get comfy, money ain't long enough
Come spit one verse, my whole crib's coughed up
Ma, I got a fetish, fuckin' in them Porsche trucks
Curtis got one so when I finished I tossed her

Y'all into wifin', we don't condone lifin'
Only fuck with bitches that, got they liquor license
Shop high prices, shook all vices
Infamous nigga got the game in a vice grip
Chain hundred K but the flow, is priceless
Anything less? We rollin' them dices
Nuts in the sand if you ain't bumpin' my shit
Shorty wanna rip to my sound and my likeness

Hey! Go 'head and have a party if you want to
Now now now now, I'm pumping on
Hey! Go 'head and touch your body like you want to
Now now now now, I'm pumping on
Hey!

Listen, you can call me Gambino P or V.I.P.
My wrists could buy a bitch a Ph.D
My rings alone could pay for you to eat
For the next few years I'm so icy kid
My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood
My tattoos gon' keep me with a thug part though
My attitude is universal, get harmed, call money
When we get back to Queens we gon' hurt you

Can't afford to ride, you gettin' stomped out
I got a team of dimes, they all thonged out
Ready to line you up and take you out
My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down
You pee in your drawers lookin' like you're Mexican
After lil' shorty wop wop break you off a lil' bit
You so stupid, we so much rich
And who braggin'? I'm just tryin' holla at the chicks like

Hey! Go 'head and have a party if you want to
Now now now now, I'm pumping on
Hey! Go 'head and touch your body like you want to
Now now now now, I'm pumping on

Hey! Go 'head and chase that paper, get yo' game tight
Now now now now, I'm pumping on
Hey! Go 'head come home with me, let's do it all night
Now now now now, I'm pumping on
Hey!

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I Ain'T Gone Under Yet - Lyrics - Neneh Cherry

Title: I Ain'T Gone Under Yet
Artist: Neneh Cherry
Composer(s): Cameron Mcvey, Neneh Cherry, Keith Elam, Steve Kennedy, William Daniel Smith, Chris E Martin

Lyric:
I'm just another voice from the street
And since it's my choice, I feel that I must speak
Now I know that you won't listen to little me
But I can't rest unless I get this off my chest, see

The city's my home the streets where I roam
But still I leave the drugs and violence alone

And so I try to stay in the right frame of mind
Although I know some people who might say that I'm
Crazy and lazy for not breakin' out
But the city has soul and that's what I'm about

I have an appetite that must be fed
No longer blind and being led
The kind of freedom that you can buy
My bank won't lend me yet

But still I get by and even smile
So don't judge me by the color of my skin
My blood runs as deep as yours runs red
So you can see it, it ain't over yet
Which takes me out of the rap

The choice is mine
With my ordinary joy and pain inside
I try to get by
And I ain't gone under yet, no no

[Incomprehensible]

See bodies with souls lying in the street
No one wants to live with nothing to eat
But to climb over livin' people and feel
That they brought it on themselves 'cause they lazy
Or would rather steal is a mystery

So don't judge me by the color of my skin
My blood runs deep as your runs red
So you can see it, it ain't over yet
Which takes me out of the verse

The choice is mine
With my ordinary joy and pain inside
I try to get by
And I ain't gone under yet

The choice is mine
With my ordinary joy and pain inside
I try to get by
And I ain't gone under yet, no

Your under is my over
I've never seen your over yet
But don't forget
I ain't gone under yet

I ain't gone under yet
I ain't gone under yet
I ain't gone under yet

I don't steal, I don't run tricks or scams
'Cause I'm a strong young woman, yes, I know who I am
But sometimes it's so hard to get by
And touch circumstances make me want to get high
But I don't go too far 'cause that ain't my style
So why don't you come live next to me for a while

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The Girl'S A Straight Up Hustler - Lyrics - Put Up or Shut Up - All Time Low

Title: The Girl'S A Straight Up Hustler
Album: Put Up or Shut Up
Artist: All Time Low
Composer(s): Jack Barakat, Ryan Dawson, Alex Gaskarth, Zachary Merrick

Lyric:
Lipstick has a way of leaving
More than just a mark on my sheets
Coloring my senses cherry red
At least for this week

Kisses under starry night skies
Talked about in song we play along
So bitter sweet by our design
And I'm sick and tired of writing songs about you
This is it, this is the end

Take off your makeup and put down the camera
Choke on the drama that makes me want
To-to-to tear up the pictures, the pages you've saved
Creating a life of trends and make believe

I've got no place in my heart
For a criminal like you to dwell
In this endeavor make this last forever
I'm just delirious, you can't be serious
You're so infamous for leaving me a mess

Take off your makeup and put down the camera
Choke on the drama that makes me want
To tear up the pictures, the pages you've saved
Creating a life of trends and make believe

She gets what she wants and she breaks what she gets
Get out while you can or she'll tear you to pieces
She gets what she wants and she breaks what she gets
Get out while you can or she'll tear you to pieces

She gets what she wants and she breaks what she gets
Get out while you can or she'll tear you to pieces
She gets what she wants, she breaks what she gets
Get out while you can

Take off your makeup and put down the camera
Choke on the drama that makes me want
To tear up the pictures, the pages you've saved
Creating a life of trends and make believe

Carry on home, I'll be waiting miles and miles away
Leaving you to be forever seventeen
Cleaning up the messes that you've made

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What Comes Around - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: What Comes Around
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Matt Dike, John Robert King, Adam Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Michael S Simpson

Lyric:
Overripe, fresh skeezed, California females
With three inch cherry red press-on Lee nails
Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking
Like a garbage bag full, overflowing, now it's leaking

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair
So I can climb up and get into your underwear
You rat soup eating, test cheating, no business punk
You're insecure born in the junkyard with the junk

You've gone wet look crazy, messed with your head
You fucked around and wound up with the bald skin head
You're all mixed up like pasta primavera
Yo, why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera man?

'Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor
Yo, get that money out your ass you whore
I brought her upstairs onto the roof
I dogged your wife and she is a doofus

What goes around, comes around
What goes around, comes around
What goes around, comes around
What goes around, comes around

Chosen bound
Pull me down

Yo holmes, your nose is brown

Clean B, cleaning the G spot. You know that we've got
The dolomite house and you have not
Look out my window look over the city
With two black eyes, your girl ain't that pretty

Why you wanna beat that brat with a bat?
Why you wanna treat your girl like that?
Living in the rat race smoking rat weed
Well you reap what you sow, when you plant the seed

Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto
Got more Louie than Phillip Rizzuto

What goes around, comes around
What goes around, comes around
What goes around, comes around
What goes around, comes around

What goes around, comes around
What goes around, comes around
What goes around, comes around
What goes around, comes around

Funky, like penicillin
Funky, like panasaurus

Doris the finkasaurus

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Everyday - Lyrics - The Understanding - Memphis Bleek

Title: Everyday
Album: The Understanding
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): M Vats, Thomas Anderson, Carl Thomas, Malik Cox, Robert Relf, Lamont Porter

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Lyric:
Yeah, yo ay yo, you niggas know the Memph stay high and shit
Eleven hundred on sunset burn the strip trying choose which freak
Can drive the whip you know the five double oh you know how it go
You know all the hoes be bad to the toes pose centerfolds
Smoke in the gold you know how I be, drop Z3 meet one freak
Bleek two heats nigga that's the rules, get at you dudes, niggas see

My feet be like look at them shoes straights dubs, hoes wanna fuck
Before they get a nut, first head in the truck shit
We do 60, canberry Bentley, this what'chu want
Hoe come and get me, you know the move
It gotta be right before you push the Z give me head at the lights

Everyday it's just the same though and we just trying to see tomorrow
As we try to pay attention to the people we are
I'm just trying to have some fun live my life and own my gun
I know I can't live forever

Yo, yo she could push the Plymouth, switch while I'm in it
You know how I do, we could fuck for a minute
She know that the Memph give a hundred percent
She can see the jewels shine from under the tints
Might see the fifth reflect from under the tints
Or your wife giving head from under the tints
You know that the crew willin' in the turtle top
State to state, you know the hoes me and murder got

'Cause when they see the platinum, that be them
In the Range gettin' brains or the drop BM
Who you know that can stop these mens?
I'm come through in the Cadi, the color of gin
Somethin' clear you can see right in
Don't mistake the passenger, your wife was in
I let her underhand me, give me brain in the Banji
While I do a wheely with my hands in her panties nigga

Everyday it's just the same though and we just trying to see tomorrow
As we try to pay attention to the people we are
I'm just trying to have some fun live my life and own my gun
I know I can't live forever

Everyday it's just the same and we just trying to see tomorrow
As we try to pay attention to the people we are
I'm just trying to have some fun live my life and own my gun
I know I can't live forever

Yo check it, uh ay yo watch the wife, she don't play
You seen how she scratched the CLK she hate mamas
'Cause they roll shotgun and when they smoke they
Like to take shotguns and when I fuck I hit like shotguns
Violate me, get beat with shotguns I can fight, I know I'm a boxer
See Bleek in the hardtop Boxer down in 'Frisco poppin' my collars

Smoke champelly, all black Impala 3 Wheelin', Hennessey spillin'
Fuck the world, that's how Bleek feelin' cherry red M3, that's me
When you be like damn you killin' 'em, that's me
You know me, eye-cocked, twin buggy eyes
Blue as the watch face the watch stay faced, nigga

Everyday it's just the same though and we just trying to see tomorrow
As we try to pay attention to the people we are
I'm just trying to have some fun live my life and own my gun
I know I can't live forever

Everyday it's just the same though and we just trying to see tomorrow
As we try to pay attention to the people we are
I'm just trying to have some fun live my life and own my gun
I know I can't live forever

I'm just trying to make it, whoa, yeah, yeah
I'm just tryna do what's right
Though the devil tries to tempt me, oh no, oh no, oh no

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When The Shades Go Down - Lyrics - Allure

Title: When The Shades Go Down
Artist: Allure
Composer(s): Michael Ashley Allen, Darryl Mcclary, Quincy Patrick, Joshua Paul Thompson

Lyric:
Baby
Hey
La doo, doo, doo, doo

Step into my secret world
Tonight I'm going to be your private angel
I just want to be your girl
Love you all night, love you all night

Slip into a heated bath
The scent of cherry blossoms fills the air
As I rub your body down
You can just relax and let me work it

I'll show you how I break it down
Candles, Chardonnay and flowers
I'll tend the lights, warm the bed
Preparing for the hour
(When the shades go down)

We can bath in my red light
Getting naughty through the night
(Naughty)
Sharing love and all love sounds
When the shades go down
When the shades go down

In the comfort of my bed
(In the comfort of my bed)
Silk, satin and jade
Exotic pleasures can be found
When the shades go down
When the shades go down

Something's on the menu tonight
I know you're going to like it from the first bite
Tell me what's your appetite
Do you like it raw, do you like it raw?
Kisses, there so warm on the skin
Come and taste the sweetness that's within

We can bath in my red light
Getting naughty through the night
(Naughty)
Sharing love and all love sounds
When the shades go down
When the shades go down

In the comfort of my bed
(In the comfort of my bed)
Silk, satin and jade
Exotic pleasures can be found
When the shades go down
When the shades go down

Steam on my window
Reflections of red light
(You and I through the night)
To simple it seemed that night
(Impressions from my fingers)
And my fingertips leave
Impressions of the love's intensity

See the pleasures of love in the lowest tattoos
Like a joyous slick, I'm waiting for you
Dive into my waters and ride the waves
Every time the love is made, see the pleasures of love

In the lowest tattoos like a joyous slick
I'm waiting for you
Dive into my waters and ride the waves
It's time to pull down the shades

In the comfort of my bed
(In the comfort of my bed)
Silk, satin and jade
Exotic pleasures can be found
When the shades go down
When the shades go down

Umm, go down, go down, go down
(Naughty)
Go down, go down, go down
(When the shades go down)
(Go down, baby)

Go down, go down, go down
(My shades, yeah)
(Go down, baby)
Go down, go down, go down
(Go down baby)
When the shades go down

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Bad Reputation - Lyrics - Damn Yankees

Title: Bad Reputation
Artist: Damn Yankees
Composer(s): Jack Blades, Ted Nugent, Tommy Shaw

Lyric:
When you wake up in the mornin'
And you?re lyin? in my bed
Do you think of me? How I made you scream
It was an all night love affair
Are you ready, I?m ready

Say, 'Mary go 'round again'
Would a lollipop get you back on top
From the candy man, yeah, friend?

Got a hunger for affection
I just can?t get enough
Well I read you baby, like an open book
Now the doctor?s in, let me take a look
Say yeah, yeah, it's alright

I got a bad, bad reputation
Ooh, I got a bad, bad reputation

When you step into the spotlight
You?re a cherry red machine
Wanna touch you, wanna taste you
Wanna kiss you in between

You legs say action
Your body built for speed
I know what I do for you
Won?t you do the same for me

Did I mention my intentions?
I just can?t get enough
You can huff and puff, try to blow me down
But the big bad wolf is back in town
Say, yeah, yeah, I?ll bite

I got a bad, bad reputation, ooh, yeah
Bad, bad reputation

Ever heard the story, said it?s true
'Bout a travellin? man, he?d been around
He could have any woman, welcome to
Palm of his hand, blow ya down
She could never fight it, no she won?t
'Cause you know she need it so bad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bad, bad reputation
Yeah, I got a bad reputation

Bad, bad reputation
Bad, bad reputation

Bad, bad reputation
Bad, bad reputation

Bad, bad reputation
Bad, bad reputation

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She Loves The Club - Lyrics - O'Ryan

Title: She Loves The Club
Artist: O'Ryan
Composer(s): Tyrone Raymond Bradshaw, Harmon Gerard, Keith A Wilkins, Rufus T Moore

Lyric:
Damn you playing games already
'Cause you sorta got me sea-sick, waving your belly
Like in and out then out and then in
Then back to out, girl drop your friends

'Cause I ain't trying to have 'em with us all night
Face looking all tight, ask if it's alright
If you just leave for a minute, come back
My mind freeze for a minute, but your waist throwback

You looking good in that teeny-weeny-mini skirt
Girl you hot as a shorty, any cherry-red lipstick
Sucking a lollipop, winding your body
Looking at me, ma' you know you need to stop

You got my hands all over you
Girl you got something, nothing I don't do
And I can see you're down to do whatever
You's a girl gone wild so now it's going down tonight

Shorty love the club, and she like to go
On and on and on and on and on and
She love the club and she like to make it
Drop and crank it up and ride the pony

Shorty love the club, and she like to go
On and on and on and on and on and
She love the club and she like to make it
Get it, get it girl, get it, get it girl

Shorty's bad as hell and she knows it, ferocious
I could've sworn I seen mami on a poster
And she keeps moving closer and closer
She's a pro so I don't have to coach her

I'm digging her 'cause she handle her business
My hand on her hip, when I dip then she dip
And all the homies want to dance with her
'Cause she's hot to death, young and sexy, she loves the club

Shorty love the club, and she like to go
On and on and on and on and on and
She love the club and she like to make it
Drop and crank it up and ride the pony

Shorty love the club, and she like to go
On and on and on and on and on and
She love the club and she like to make it
Get it, get it girl, get it, get it girl

Wait, I need time to breathe
Just a minute and I promise I'mma follow your lead
And we could, two step to the bass line
Hands on your waistline, I don't understand why we waste time

'Cause you bumped and grind
And the reason why we still here, stumps my mind, mama
I see you sorta looking like you want more
So we can do the same thing with our clothes off, holla

Girl, we might as well, be crushing on the floor
Our bodies so close, your skin is so soft
Tonight I'mma slide with you, girl

Girl, do you like what you see?
Girl you know what you're doing
Turn around and dance for me

Now dance little mama
You like it when I shake my, don't you? Yeah
Now dance little mama
Let me show you what I'm twerking with, whoa

Now dance little mama
Like to go on and on and on and on and on and
Now dance little mama
Come and get it boy, come and get it boy

Shorty love the club, and she like to go
On and on and on and on and on and
She love the club and she like to make it
Drop and crank it up and ride the pony

Shorty love the club, and she like to go
On and on and on and on and on and
She love the club and she like to make it
Get it, get it girl, get it, get it girl

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A Kiss In The Rain - Lyrics - Michael Learns To Rock

Title: A Kiss In The Rain
Artist: Michael Learns To Rock
Composer(s): Jascha Richter, Richard Scher, Michael Price

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Lyric:
I wake up in a sweat can't sleep I'm soaking wet
I toss and turn the whole night through
I keep going in and out of time, ohh

I just can't seem to bear my world without you there
You've gone back to the life you knew
But somehow I just can't get back to mine, ohh

When you went away, nothing I could say
Could ever bring you back to me
Your lipstick cherry red the hours in my bed
Still haunts my memory

A kiss in the rain on a dark afternoon
A heart so in pain cos' love came too soon
A taste of your lips still lingers in vain
A sad souvenir of a kiss in the rain
Kiss in the rain

He could offer more than long walks on the shore
My love for you was not enough
Girl, I couldn't keep the flame alive, ohh

Still when I close my eyes it's you I visualize
Though I try to shout it out
Don't you know these feelings still survive, ohh

Was it just a fling at temporary thing?
I find the letters that you wrote
And though I set you free you're still a part of me
The spell can not be broke

A kiss in the rain on a dark afternoon
A heart so in pain cos' love came too soon
A taste of your lips still lingers in vain
A sad souvenir of a kiss in the rain
A kiss in the rain

Was it just a fling at temporary thing?
I find the letters that you wrote
And though I set you free you're still a part of me
The spell can not be broke

A kiss in the rain on a dark afternoon
A heart so in pain cos' love came too soon
A taste of your lips still lingers in vain
A sad souvenir of a kiss in the rain

A kiss in the rain on a dark afternoon
A heart so in pain cos' love came too soon
A taste of your lips still lingers in vain
A sad souvenir of a kiss in the rain

A kiss in the rain, a kiss in the rain
A kiss in the rain, a kiss in the rain

A kiss in the rain on a dark afternoon
A heart so in pain cos' love came too soon
A taste of your lips still lingers in vain
A sad souvenir of a kiss in the rain
A kiss in the rain

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