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Monday, August 9, 2010

More Pretty Girls Than One - Lyrics - Woody Guthrie

Title: More Pretty Girls Than One
Artist: Woody Guthrie
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie

Lyric:
There?s more pretty girls than one
More pretty girls than one
Every town I rambled around
More pretty girls than one

Look down that railroad line
See the train rolled by
Train rolls by with a woman I love
And I hung my head and cried

More pretty girls than one
More pretty girls than one
Every town I rambled around
More pretty girls than one

Look out across that sea
See the breakers swell
How many a love is washed away
No human tongue can tell

There?s more pretty girls than one
There?s more pretty girls than one
Every town I rambled around
More pretty girls than one

There?s more pretty girls than one
There?s more pretty girls than one
Every town I rambled around
More pretty girls than one

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

More Pretty Girls Than One - Lyrics - Lyle Lovett

Title: More Pretty Girls Than One
Artist: Lyle Lovett
Composer(s): Traditional Lyle Pearce Lovett

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Lyric:
One, two
One, two, three, four

Mama talked to me last night
She gave to me some good advice
She said, "Son you ought to quit
This old ramblin' all around
And marry you a sweet loving wife"

But there's more pretty girls than one
More pretty girls than one
Any old town that I ramble all around in
There's more pretty girls than one

So honey look down that old lonesome road
Hang down your pretty head and cry
'Cause I'm thinking all about
Them pretty little gals and hoping that I never die

'Cause there's more pretty girls than one
More pretty girls than one
Any old town that I ramble all around in
There's more pretty girls than one

So honey look down that old lonesome road
Hang down your pretty head and cry
'Cause I'm thinking all about
Them pretty little gals and hoping that I never die

There's more pretty girls than one
More pretty girls than one
Any old town that I ramble all around in
There's more pretty girls than one

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Hootnanny - Lyrics - Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Hootnanny
Album: Deliverance
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Warren Mathis, Timothy Mosley

Lyric:
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

Now I done banged a heap of Betties in various modes of transport
An' told them as they exit be sure that they close the damn door
The quiet country types is usually those I'm scared for
Some scared at first, but usually those demand more

Really ain't conceited, I just call myself a cut above
A horny little parasite that all these women love to love
Tell you what it is today, I ain't concerned with what it was
Bubba fixin' to get it done, I put that on my brother

Hear them in the closet, in the kitchen, justa whisperin'
Bubba so psst psst, knowin' that I'm listenin'
I ain't gotta chain, boy my peck is all that's glistenin'
Whachu steamin' on folk? Y'all ain't even disciplined

I ain't leaving nothin', this the house me and my people built
Huggin' me and dappin' me, buddy I can see your guilt
It's cold when you're wrong and you lookin' like you need a quilt
Y'all matter less every time this margarita tilt

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would probably disappear
Get some show money from ugly and buy a keg of beer
And another pig to give my other pigs some company
Rent a doublewide and just live it out in luxury

In due time, but there's business left to attend to
I need another farm to bequeath my next of kin to
And another tractor for my great aunt Missy
Yea, I've been drinkin' but I ain't that pissy

Thinkin' back to when my daddy told me what it's all about
He said no matter what I do in life, some of y'all'll pout
I can deal with that long as all my folks is eatin' good
Let that channel pass over more than any Easter could

I'm on the roll again and I ain't talkin' ecstasy
Tell them folks at Interscope, they fixin' to write some checks to me
Soon as me and Timmy finish up this latest pig schlop
Man I think you right, it ain't nothin' but some hen

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I'm back off in the saddle with that smile and that cajolery
Mama always knew how big a stallion I would grow to be
Way beyond these suckers both lyrically and vocally
I doubted for a moment, now it's clear to me I'm supposed to be

An uncanny wit plus a timing that's impeccable
Make the sharpest cat feel his mind is just a vegetable
How does Bubba do it, you won't find it in a manual
Confused them all at first, so this time is understandable

Staring at the ceilin' fan, ponderin' my future now
Wonderin' what the hell to do with all this loot I found
Got my tractor polished up and I'm as drunk as Cooter Brown
Navigatin' yet another one of Timmy's supersounds

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Z - Girls, Girls, Girls (Remix) - Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay

Title: Z - Girls, Girls, Girls (Remix)
Album: The Blueprint
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Tom Brock, R. Payne, B. Bailey, Shawn Carter, C. Fleming, Robert Relf, G. Belton, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
I'm not a one girl's guy
(Real talk for ya, peep game)
Ain't they know it, when it comes to love, I don't lie
(We don't lie man)

And the girls respect me for it
(You gotta respect that)
Ain't gonna say my nose can't be open
(I may never say never)
Right now, it's just too many fine ladies
Out there to choose one from
(Too many ladies)

I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore
Yo, put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

Who you lovin', who you wanna be huggin'
Who you wit, who you wanna be fuckin'?
Got this smarty art chick to whom I pose this question
I read a couple books to add to her soul's progression

To put this in laymen's term, I gave her some knowledge
She gave me, brains in return, she had to drop out of college
Knowin' she does this homework, I give her in house tutoring
In and out I'm movin' through her student body union and

She call me professor, say, "Daddy, come and test her"
So she could fail on purpose and repeat the semester
I'm like, at this rate, ma, you never graduate
She said, "I ain't no fool, I make it up in summer school"

I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore
Yo, put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

Now, let the people sing, I'm tryin' girls out
(Just tryin' girls out)
Just tryin' girls out
Yo, put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

Who you lovin', who you wanna be fuckin'?
Who said, "What, why you trippin', girl, why's you fussin'?"
Got this model, slash actress slash part time waitress
Spend a whole day, she hangin' 'round with part time haters
All they do is diss dirt and put a up on my latest

Itinerary but since I tend to vary see
I tend to carry more rumors than ten Mariah Careys
Tend to hurries in ten places at once
Plus, she can't front just peep how I run mines

Ma, our time together is our time together
And our time apart is our time apart
So love Jay with your mind, girl and not your heart
And someday I slow down but for now, I get around

Like the late Makiavelli or Perelli twenty inches
Or caine and O-dog, stick up tape from menace
You tell 'em chicks if they must know my business

I'm tryin' girls out, just tryin' girls out
Put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I get off tour

I'm tryin' girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore
Yo put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

I'm lookin' for, Southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle
Big ghetto booty, scarf over doobie
Chanell under the Louie, Gucci over booty
Vicki covered titties, attitude of the city

Pretty, witty, girly, whirly
One who likes to party but come home early
Light kinda dark, short sorta tall
Slim, kinda thick I swear I love 'em all
She can cook the coke and got hook up on the license

But she can get you first class seats for coach prices
Isn't this great? My flight leaves at eight
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds

I'm tryin' girls out, just tryin' girls out
Put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I get off tour

I'm tryin' girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore
Yo, put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

I'm not a one girl's guy and they know it
When it comes to love, I don't lie
and the girls respect me for it
Ain't gonna say my nose, can't be over

But right now it's just too many fine ladies
Out there to choose one from
I'm tryin' girls out, waiting patiently
Just tryin' girls out, until I find the one for me

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Woman In Love - Lyrics - Keep The Faith - Bon Jovi

Title: Woman In Love
Album: Keep The Faith
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): Jon Bongiovi

Lyric:
Woman in love

We call it social commentary
Of just what my eyes see
Seems that there's more pretty women
Than there are fish in the sea
Woman in love, yeah

You see there's girls who like your money
Girls who like your car
Girls who like to sip champagne
And feed on caviar
I love her, all the woman in love

I want some silk stockings
Smooth talking lipstick and curls
I want a woman, more than a girl
Got me some lip-locking, cool walking
Diamonds and pearls
I'll wrap 'em all up and give them the world

You know there ain't no woman
Like a woman in love
Ain't nothing she can't rise above
She can part the waters
When the seas get rough
Ain't no woman like a woman, woman in love

If lust is just a dirty dog, I'm scratching with the fleas
I've been waking up your neighbors, barking up your tree
I went down to the shopping mall to get it off my mind
But it's like sleeping with the enemy
If you're not deaf and blind

I tried to run but it was too late for me
I tried to hide since the day Adam met Eve
Till I turned on the television
And I looked up on the screen
I saw a hundred pretty girls sing this song on MTV

I need some silk stockings
Smooth talking lipstick and curls
I need a woman, more than a girl
Send me some lip-locking, cool talkin'
Diamonds and pearls
I'll wrap 'em all up and give them the world

There ain't no woman like a woman in love
Ain't nothing she can't rise above
She can part the water
When the seas get rough
There ain't no woman like a woman in love

There ain't no secret to a woman in love
You think that you can live without 'em
But you're asking too much
See I've slept with romance, I've danced with lust
But there ain't no woman like a woman in love

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

I've traveled all around the world
Across the seven seas
Got everything I wanted
There's just one thing I need
Yes it hasn't changed forever
Fathers tell your sons
That there ain't nothing like
A thing called love

Ain't no woman like a woman in love
Ain't nothing she can't rise above
She can part the waters
When the seas get rough
There ain't no woman like a woman in love

There ain't no secret to a woman in love
You think that you can live without 'em
But you're asking too much
See I've slept with romance and danced with lust
But there ain't no woman like a woman in love

Oh, yeah
I need a woman

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Aunt Dot - Lyrics - The Notorious K.I.M. - Lil' Kim

Title: Aunt Dot
Album: The Notorious K.I.M.
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Mario Winans, Kimberly Jones

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Lyric:
My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets
Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer

What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies
I heard a knock at the door
To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes

Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
She called me by my government name, Kimberly
Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie
She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie

Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly
She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match
Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose
And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit
Then she handed me the note, here, read this

I just stared her up and down
'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it
It said, "Bitches is out to get you
Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz"

"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends
They know where you live, so evacuate the crib
And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice
Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her"

"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol
And tomorrow is her first violin recital
And she would be more than happy if you could take her
Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later"

Damn, what went wrong?
Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?
Bitches all up in my ass like a thong
If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'

'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on
What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on
What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future
To bring back your head like Medusa

Girls be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

Girls be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather
It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together
How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me
And dress like me and look like me

And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house
Askin' me for money, day in, day out
And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha
She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha

C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.
I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine
C'mon please, I wanna be just like you
600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies

Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and
H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock
Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes
But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls

Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's
Versace hottie in designer clothes
Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us
Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus

I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E
But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee
What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?
Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean

You know what? I like you, little big person
Rule number one, no cursin'
Anyway, what you know about that?
You too young for that, when I was your age

I woulda got hung for that
Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot
So she could fill me in a little more about the plot
Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two

"Hello?" Yo, what's the deal?
Why these bitches buggin' out
I mean, what's this all about?
"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy

They don't want you to win no more
Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more
And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more
The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store

I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door"
For real? "Yup, then I choked the bitch out
At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet
Through her in my backseat

Then I dumped her on a dead-end street
The other two? Yeah, they still linger
But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em
So just pray I come home

And when we hang up, get rid of your phone"
Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother
It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another
Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex

And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next
'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu
Is the reason why the story is to be continued

Girls be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

Girls be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Round The World - Lyrics - Chronchitis - Slightly Stoopid

Title: Round The World
Album: Chronchitis
Artist: Slightly Stoopid
Composer(s): Oguer Ocon, Miles Doughty, Ryan Moran, Kyle Mcdonald

Lyric:
All round the world I'm seeing all them pretty girls
Only one I need and only thing that I been thinking 'bout
Is you girl, you, yeah, you girl yeah, yeah

Only fantasy and only one I want to see
Early in the morning, only one that keeps me holding on
Is you

Always on my mind, at any place, at any time
Girl, way you so fine control the rhythm of my heart
And this is you girl, you, yeah, you girl, yeah, yeah

Feel you in my soul, it is my heart that you can know
Look into your eyes are more than diamonds, olden gold
I need you, the need is you

Hotter than anyone or anything I've ever seen
Sexier than all the girls in all the magazines
And that's true girl, you, yeah, cool, yeah

Sharper than a razor blade but still be burning me
Blazing on the freeway doing more than eighty three
And that's cool

Favorite place to go, is any place that we's alone
Smelling finer than the ocean got me putting down my phone
And that's cool girl, you, yeah, cool, yeah, you, yeah

Hotter than the weather, love is harder than a stone
Anywhere we come together we can call it home
And that's you, girl it is you

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

My Band - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: My Band
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): De Shaun Dupree Holton, Steven King, Rufus B Johnson, Marshall Mathers, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Von M Carlisle, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
I don't know dude
I think everyone's all jealous an' shit
'Cuz I'm like the lead singer of the band, dude
And I think everybody's got a fuckin' problem with me, dude
And they need to take it up with me after the show because

These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cuz once I blow they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band

So I get off stage right? Drop the mic
Walk up to these hot chicks and I'm all like
"Sup, ladies? My name's Slim Shady
I'm the lead singer of D12, baby"
They're all like, "Oh, my God, it's him
Becky, oh my fucking God it's Eminem
I swear to fucking God dude, you fucking rock
Please Marshall please, let me suck your cock"

And by now, the rest of the fellas get jealous
Especially when I drop the beat and do my ocupellas
All the chicks start yellin', "All the hot babes
Throw their bras and their shirts and their panties on stage"
So like every single night they pick a fight with me
But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry

'Cuz they're back on stage the next night with me
Dude, I just think they're tryin' to steal the light from me
Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
'Cuz I told him Jessica Albas my wife to be
This rockstar shit is the life for me
And all the other guys just despise me
Because these

These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cuz once I blow they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band

My band, my band
My band, my band
My band, my band
My band, my band
MY band, baby

You just want to see a nigga backwards, don'tcha?
Hey man, how come we don't rap on Protools?
And smash these vocals and do a performance
But we in a van, and he in a tour bus
You want my autograph you's a liar
No, I'm Swift
(Oh, I thought you was Kuniva)

And what the hell is wrong with our dressing room?
'Cuz our shit is lookin' smaller than a decimal
See I know how to rap, it's simple but
All I did was read a Russel Simins book
So I'm more intact tryin' to get on the map
Doin' jumpin' jacks while gettin' whipped on my back

Look at 'em little punk ass, thinkin' he the shit
Yeah, I know, man, by himself takin' all the pics
Hey, I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue
No, I had an interview, not you two
You gon' be late for sound check
Man, I ain't goin' to sound check
But our mics are screwed up
And his always sound best

You know what man? I'ma say som'm
Aiyo 'em
You got som'm to say?
Man, nothin'
I thought you was about to tell him off, man whasup?
Man, I'ma tell him when I feel like and man shut up
You ain't even back me up and were supposed to be crew
Man, I was 'bout to talk right after you, I swear
(I swear man)

These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cuz once I blow they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band

They say the lead singers hot but the group is not
Once they've sold our arenas to amusement parks
I'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hot
I should cut him mike off when the music starts
Aiyo, it's
Ready to snap on a dumbass fan
Every time I hear, 'Hey dude, I love your band"
We ain't a band bitch

We don't play instruments
So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent
Of these guys actin' funny over area codes
Proof carry my bag
Bitch carry your own
Can't make it to the stage security in the way
Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?

Goddamnit I'm sick of this group
It's time for me to go solo and make some loot
I told you I made the beats wrote all the raps
'Til Kon Artis slipped me some crack
Lose yourself video
(I was in the back)
Superman video
(I was in the back)

For the media, I got some suggestions
Fuck Marshall, ask us some questions
Like who is D12, how we get started?
But what about Eminem? Bitch, are you retarded?
Anyway, I'm the popularest guy in the group
Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm cute
Fitty told me do sit ups to get buff
Did two and a half and couldn't get up
Fuck D12 I'm outta this band
I'm 'bout to start a group with the real Roxanne

Girl, why can't you see you're the
Only one for me and it just
Tears my ass apart to know that
You don't know my name
(Punch)

These chicks don't even know the name of my band
(Haha)
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
(Fuck Marshall)
'Cuz once I blow I know that I'll be the man
(Yeah)
All because I'm the lead singer of my

My band, my band
My band, my band
My band, my band
My band, my band
MY band, baby

I'm the lead singer of my band
I get all the girls to take off their underpants
I'm the lead singer of my band
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance "My salsa"
Look out for my next single it's called, "My salsa
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa"

My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
And take off their underpants
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
And take off their underpants
My salsa
Where'd everybody go?

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Biloxi - Lyrics - Jack Ingram

Title: Biloxi
Artist: Jack Ingram
Composer(s): Jack Ingram

Lyric:
Where in hell did you go?
You left us all alone I wasn't even eighteen
You never turned around
Like some kid out on the run
You headed for the fun down in Biloxi
And the Gulf of Mexico

Where I guess the girls they're pretty
And nobody says it's late
And you can stay out all night long
And never have hell to pay down in Biloxi
Even when your forty one
You just forget you're problems down in Biloxi

And you only came around
To take a rest and come down from Biloxi
But you were not the same
Pretending that you cared
Pretending you were there and not in Biloxi
And the Gulf of Mexico

Where I guess the girls they're pretty
And nobody says it's late
And you can stay out all night long
And never have hell to pay down in Biloxi
Even when you're forty one
You just forget your problems down in Biloxi

Well, did you really think you'd find
More than you left behind back home in Houston?
We all felt the loss
Well, I don't mean to bring you down
But I wonder what you found there in Biloxi
And tell me was it worth the cost

Well, I hope the girls were pretty
And nobody said it was late
I hope you stayed out all night long
And never had hell to pay down in Biloxi
Even when your forty one
You just forgot your problems down in Biloxi

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Doo Wop - Lyrics - Lauryn Hill

Title: Doo Wop
Artist: Lauryn Hill
Composer(s): Lauryn Hill, Tejunold Newton, Rasheem Pugh, Vada Nobles, Johari Newton

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Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]
Fell real good wavin' your hands in the air
Admit two shots in the atmosphere
Put 'em up, put 'em up

It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend
The one you let hit it and never called you again
Remember when he told you he was about the Benjamins?
You act like you ain't here him, but gave him a little trim

To begin, how you think you're really going to pretend
Like you wasn't down and you called him again?
Plus when, you give it up so easy you ain't even foolin' him
If you did it then, then you'd probably do it again

Talking out your neck, saying you're a Christian
A Muslim, sleeping with the Gin
Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in
Who're you going to tell when the repercussions spin?

Showing off your ass 'cause your thinking it's a trend
Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again
You know I only say it 'cause I'm truly genuine
Don't be a hard rock, when you really are a gem

Baby girl, respect is just the minimum
Nigga's creepin' and you still defending him
Now Lauryn is only human
Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament

Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly been
It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in
Look at what you be in, hair weaves like Europeans
Fake nails up out Koreans

Come again
Yo, when when come again
When when come again
My friend come again

Guys you know you'd better, watch out
Some girls, some girls are only, about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing

The second verse is dedicated to the men
More concerned with his rims and his Tim's than his women
Him and his men, come in the club like hooligans
Don't care who they offend poppin' game, like you got yen

Let's stop pretend, the ones that pissed out by they waste men
Cristal by the case men, still living in his Mother's basement
The pretty face men claiming that they be the big men
Need to take care of their three and four kids

But they face a court case when the child support's late
Money taking and heart breaking now you wonder why women hate men
The sleepy silent men, the punk domestic violence men
Quick to shoot the scene, stop acting like boys and be men

How you gonna win, when you ain't right within?
How you gonna win, when you ain't right within?
How you gonna win, when you ain't right within?
Come again

Yo yo, come again
Bro-straight come again
Sit straight come again

Watch out, watch out
Look out, look out
Watch out, watch out
Look out, look out

Watch out, watch out
Look out, look out
Watch out, watch out
Look out, look out

Girls you know you'd better, watch out
Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing

Guys you know you'd better, watch out
Some girls, some girls are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing

Girls you know you'd better, watch out
Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Future Sport - Lyrics - Lil' Cease

Title: Future Sport
Artist: Lil' Cease
Composer(s): W Winans, Malcolm Duncan, Harve Pierre, Rodger Ball, Onnie Mcintyre, J Fisher, Alan Gorrie, Robbie Mcintosh, R Noble, Hamish Stuart, James Llyod

Lyric:
Let the Monkey out (yo, yo)
Let the Monkey out (yo, yo)

Yo, yo, this Funk Doc
Straight up, nigga, lay down
No time to play now (uh ha)
Brace be around your hip from the waist down
Keep it calm and don't react
Cognac be the Zodiac
Lo, we back, cock, so these cats won't relax
You see the face through the open mask, body
Open gash, hoes throw me cash
We gon blow, front row, do trash
I'm a what you call a dog *Dog barking*
Fucking girls that do hair in mini-malls
Lunatic when Doc spit, four patted walls (uh ha)
Sick therapy got you back in the raw (uh ha)
Cocky mass, I put the axe in the door
Massacre, seminars off Branson jars
I'll strip your hoe, strip your Benz
Even strip that black line on your Master Card
Card, card, card

You're 'afraid to say what you mean
You're just too scared to say what you feel
You're afraid of us
You're afraid of us

BK niggas, hold it down correct (uh ha)
Been a long time coming, niggas better start running
Do more than top-gunning
Dumming like a fifty-dollar sum
And y'all cowards don't mean nothing (uh huh)
Kept it real with this Rap shit while you try to go Pop
I got the Maz' flow down on the schemes and plots (uh ha)
If I want, nigga, I could come and take your block
So call them, the first one to call the cops
Like a lesbi, strictly platinum status nigga, let's see
I don't wanna test, B, niggas don't impress me
Who got you gassed like Ghetty, funny like Eddie? (uh huh)
Bris' flow deadly, cuttin' niggas like a machete
Done, I die tech when it's indirect (c'mon)
The home team would a never let a nigga disrespect (c'mon)
We carry every object, enough ammo to take 'em (uh huh)
Any ghetto project, so what nigga wanna test? (aaaahhh!)
Wha

You're 'afraid to say what you mean
You're just too scared to say what you feel
You're afraid of us
You're afraid of us

Yo, yo, ha ha, yo
It's the phenomenon Cease, kill more than cancer
Serious, real thug, no dancer (what)
More cheese than cameras, cock them hammers (uh)
My fo' fo' leave niggas bent like Montana
I'm killer than these cats could imagine when I'm rapping (oww)
I make it happen when I'm relaxing
Who want action? I'm a give you whatcha bargain for
It's not friction, it's like fiction
Puttin' these cats outta commission
Flows that's devastatin', I'm dissin', so listen
If it's hot, then get the fuck out the kitchen
We All-City, we all-pretty
Niggas rather die just to floss wit' me (ha)
Keep it real, fuck how niggas feel (feel)
'Cause this direct shit gonna get niggas killed
Niggas sayin' Cease can't write, Cease can't rob (yo)
Little do they know, I'm ahead of my time
Future rhymes, what

You're 'afraid to say what you mean
You're just too scared to say what you feel
You're afraid of us
You're afraid of us

Yo, c'mon
Yo, yo, say what
Ha ha, yo
You afraid
You afraid
Motherfuckers
Yeah, yo
Uh huh, uh huh, huh
Future sport motherfuckers
Buck buck buck buck
Huh, ahhhh
Uh huh, c'mon
Uh huh, huh
Ha ha, ha

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

From The Sky - Lyrics - One Girl Revolution - Saving Jane

Title: From The Sky
Album: One Girl Revolution
Artist: Saving Jane
Composer(s): Walt Aldridge, Marti Dodson

Lyric:
Don't be afraid to fall

They kicked me out of the parade
I guess I had too much to see
I couldn't bend to fit myself inside the lines
And I have wasted all this time just trying

Those pretty boys and pretty girls
Live in their pretty plastic world
They're so convinced that everything is black and white
That we are wrong and they're right
They always told us not to fight
Kept us grounded when we should be flying

Don't be afraid to fall
You know the ground is never too far from the sky
And they can have their worlds
The universe has bigger plans for you and I
So baby, hold up your head
Don't ever let 'em see you cry

I know you're caught up in a shore
And it's so hard to let it go
To lose the mask you always seen yourself behind
To live a life of your design
To say what's really on your mind
To come out of the dark and shine

Don't be afraid to fall
You know the ground is never too far from the sky
And they can have their worlds
The universe has bigger plans for you and I
So baby, hold up your head
Don't ever let 'em see you cry

If you could only see that there is
So much more to life than this
That everything you are is beautiful
You are everything there is

Don't be afraid to fall
You know the ground is never too far from the sky
And we don't need their worlds
The universe has bigger plans for you and I
Plans for you and I

So baby, hold up your head
Don't ever let 'em see you cry
So baby, hold up your head
So baby, hold up your head
So baby, hold up your head
Don't ever let 'em see you cry

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Rock Rock Y'All - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Rock Rock Y'All
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, J. Gadson, Vinson Johnson, Ali Shahe Jones-Muhammad, Latania Morris, Dante Smith, Malik Taylor, Rashaan Truell, Charles Wright

Lyric:
Yo! We about to rock this joint from the family
And we want ya'll all to know that it's time

To rock rock ya'll, freak freak ya'll
To the beat ya'll, it's unique ya'll
To rock rock ya'll, freak freak ya'll
To the beat ya'll, it's unique ya'll

A-yo praise the master, make plans wit' your pastor
My rap'll blast ya, send you to the hereafter
I push a tractor, for horses grazin' in the pasture
Ya heard I was trickin', the whole room filled with laughter

In ciphers, I'm the one you don't rhyme after
You only know half of the math, it don't add up
The lead batter, my hits make ya frame shatter
Watch me now, just begun like Jimmy Castor

I'm bad luck just like walkin' under ladders
Mad rappers, book of life, last chapter
Me and my squad build just like contractors
I break shit, you only give hairline fractures

Women flash us, don't know, ya better ask us
A bastard, wit' more contacts than Lens Crafters
Tear down the rafters, venerials couldn't clap us
You need practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper

The church of scientology, feminine biology
Manic depressive psychologically, A.D.D. alive and we
Polluted by technology, the fumes and its ecology
While your thought you was out of copy I get nastier than sodomy

Probably an oddesey, started back on robbery
Was the degree of the economy that do the sovereignty
Regarded as a prodigy, leery in sociology
Let the wallabees always conceal my gynecology

Rhymin' pathologically, that's how it gotta be
Never makin' no apology, worshippin' my anthropology
Fuck modesty, studyin' microbiology
Causin' verbal lobotomy, it's in my geneology

Six months of sobriety, movin' very methodically
Like a unicorn, more ways than oceanography
Guard technology, rip shows antibiotically
True thugs bionically, give birth to criminology

Yo as a youngin', I swear to God you couldn't tell me nothin'
I swore I was gettin' somethin', clothes or humpin'
For girls with the church, slacks with some shirts tucked in
I set it up for money, my mom worked when I was cuttin'

Unsigned strugglin', for the heat I lit the oven
One would by the CD, the other would do the dubbin'
Before I met Rob, I was in the clubs frontin'
Oh yeah, I know the Tip, when I see him I be duckin'

But now when I'm clubbin', those that used to dis were buggin'
Overweight chicks, spandex, they stomachs sucked in
Stay interruptin', dance and try to cut in
Told people you got in free when you really snuck in

We never get concerned about who's in the league
We just stay workin' so no one will need
An unconcerned outsider givin' niggaz feed
My niggaz puff weed but negotiate the seed

The family is granite and you can't intercede
I try to switch lanes at this operatin' speed
Cats in the game be gamblin' with greed
We the house, you the player and we gonna catch these

Who's the Sam Sneed makin' microphones bleed
Poker face creed while my mind just read
Shorty got rhythm but her freak got freed
That's insignificant but this take heed

They say I'm pretty like Clay is, bright like the day is
Beats from my fleet be sweet like Sugar Ray is
I'm swingin' this from Bay Ridge to where the Oakland Bay is
My game is tough to play, I'm tough to weigh like your safe is

The aim is, to make you recognize what the name is
Mos Def gon' set it straight from where the 718 is
The place with the great superiginate the flavors
An all-star block with some all-star laymans

(Turn the music down!)
This is probably some haters
Achin' 'cuz they hear us rotatin' on the playlist
From B-boy laces to Detroit gators
Yo Tip I got to bail, where the scale? help me weigh this

Yo! We wan't all ya'll to know that this is the family, right?
And what we want everybody out there to do on the dance floor
Is get ready because now we gonna

Rock rock ya'll, freak freak ya'll
To the beat ya'll, it's unique ya'll
Rock rock ya'll, freak freak ya'll
To the beat ya'll, it's unique ya'll

Rock rock ya'll, freak freak ya'll
To the beat ya'll, it's unique ya'll
Rock rock ya'll, freak freak ya'll
To the beat ya'll, it's unique ya'll

Rock rock ya'll, freak freak ya'll
To the beat ya'll, it's unique ya'll
Rock rock ya'll, freak freak ya'll
To the beat ya'll, it's unique ya'll

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Monday, August 2, 2010

I'M So Sure - Lyrics - Famous - Puddle Of Mudd

Title: I'M So Sure
Album: Famous
Artist: Puddle Of Mudd
Composer(s): Wes Scantlin

Lyric:
I'm so sure, what a snotty thing to say
Stuck up people always get their way
They think they're so cool
These are the kind of people that you drool over

That is ?cause they don't really care
Except about their fingernails and their long pretty hair
Go up to one of these girls someday and say I think I've found your cure
And I'll bet they'll turn their back on you and say I'm so sure

I don't wanna be like you
I don't wanna be like you
I don't wanna be like you

Every time that I walk in the door
You put me down just a little bit more
You think that you're better than everyone else
But everyone knows that you're stuck on yourself

And I don't know what you want me to do
And I don't know what you want me to say
I think that I need to get away, away, away, away, away

Over and over and over and over and over again
It's the same old questions
Over and over, it's over, it's over, it's over again
With the same suggestions

I don't wanna be like you
I don't wanna be like you
I don't wanna be like you

Sometimes I'm wrong, sometimes I'm right
I just need a little taste to get by
The flavor?s so good, it's much better than you
There's nothing left and there's no more to do

Every time that I walk in the door
You put me down just a little bit more
You think that you?re better than everyone else
You don't know nothing, you?re stuck on yourself

Over and over and over and over and over again
It's the same old questions
Over and over, it's over, it's over, it's over again
With the same suggestions

I don't wanna be like you
I don't wanna be like you
I don't wanna be like you

I never wanna be anything like you ?cause I hate you, that's right
I never wanna be anything like you, I don't trust you, yeah
I never wanna be anything like you ?cause I hate you, yeah
I never wanna be anything like you, I don't trust you

I don't trust you and I hate you
I don't love you anymore
I don't trust you and there's no solution
Over and over and over and over, it's over again

Now that you're gone, and you're gone far away
Every thing's perfect, every thing's okay
No bitching and fussing and fighting all day
I don't have anything left to say

Over and over and over and over and over again
It's the same old questions
Over and over, it's over, it's over, it's over again
With the same suggestions

I don?t wanna be like you
?Cause there?s no solution
Never, never light the fire, fire again
?Cause there?s no solution

It doesn?t make pollution
Sick of making pollution
?Cause there?s no solution
?Cause there?s no solution

Solution
Solution
Solution

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Breathe In Breathe Out - Lyrics - College Dropout - Kanye West

Title: Breathe In Breathe Out
Album: College Dropout
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Brian Miller, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya deez out

Breathe in, breathe out
Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out
If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
When I pull the piece out niggas like "Peace out"

Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap
I got to 'pologize to Mos and Kweli, probably
But is it cool to rap about gold
If I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali

First nigga with a Benz and a backpack
Ice chain, Cardi lens, and a knapsack
Always said if I rapped I'd say somethin' significant
But now I'm rappin' 'bout money, hoes, and rims again

And it's still about the Benjamins
Big faced hundreds and whatever other synonyms
Strippers named Cinnamon
More chips than Pentium

What'cha gon' buy next? Whatever new trend it is
I'm tryin' to spend my stacks
And I'm so broke I look back like "Damn, was I on crack?"
I mean twelve Platinum chains, was I on that?
What the hell was wrong with me dog? Sing along with my y'all

Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya deez out

Breathe in, breathe out
Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out
If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
When I pull the piece out niggas like "Peace out"

Now even though I went to college and dropped out of school quick
I always had a Ph.D, a Pretty Huge Dick
Ladies tired of gettin' ripped off by guys like this
And givin' head is like 'Oh well, the shoes and the toothpick'

Well, I'm in the club for a limited time
Act now and get some action for free 99
Later on I might charge for menage
Heard her man was the boss of the floss

But she still want to toss me the drawers
And it ain't gon' cost me because she my caddy
'Cuz she grabbed my golf balls in the club
And I'm still actin' calm than a mug

She asked "Can you drive me and the hunnies
To where my Altima was?"
While we drive she tellin' me 'bout problems with her man
Baby, I fully understand, let me help you with a plan
While he trickin' off, don't get no rich nigga
Give me some head, that'll really piss him off

Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya deez out

Breathe in, breathe out
Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out
If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
When I pull the piece out niggas like "Peace out"

I blow past low class niggas with no cash
In the fo' dash six, bitch you can go ask
So when I go fast popo just laugh
Right until I run out of gas or 'til I go crash

Whatever comes first I'm prepared for the worst
Whatever comes second I'll be there with my weapon
Pullin' up in the Lexuses one on both hand
So I guess them GSes was ambidextrous

Coulda sworn her breasteses was sendin' me messages
"K I need a free hand mammogram
I got weed, drink, and a Handicam
All of which is legal in Amsterdam"

So say my name like Candyman
And I'ma come and fix you up like the handyman
But if you don't need a fix, girl you gotta leave
You can't take that all at one time ya gotta breathe

Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya deez out

Breathe in, breathe out
Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out
If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
When I pull the piece out niggas like "Peace out"

"Can you say Chi city?"
"Can you say Chi city?"
"Can you say Chi city?"
"Can you say Chi city?"
"Can you say Chi city?"
"Can you say Chi city?"

Chi city
Chi city
Chi city
...

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts - Lyrics - Blood On The Tracks - Bob Dylan

Title: Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts
Album: Blood On The Tracks
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
The festival was over and the boys were all plannin' for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall

The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down
Anyone with any sense had already left town
He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts

He moved across the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone" he said
Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin'
Before he turned their heads

Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin
"Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?"
Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts

Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair

Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide
A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside
Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts

Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine
He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine

With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place
He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste
But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts

Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown

She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear
"Sorry, darlin', that I'm late" but he didn't seem to hear
He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts

"I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself
"Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf

But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim
And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him
Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts

Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child
She did whatever she had to do
She had that certain flash every time she smiled

She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs
With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere
But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts

The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined
The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind

It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring
And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king
No, nothin' ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts

Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife
She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife

She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide
Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died
She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts

Lily took her dress off, buried it away
"Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him
"Well, I guess you must have known it would someday"

"Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts

The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something funny going on" he said
"I can just feel it in the air"

He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk
As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk
There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts

No one knew the circumstance
But they say that it happened pretty quick
The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked

And Big Jim was standin' there, ya couldn't say surprised
Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts

Two doors down, the boys finally made it through the wall
And cleaned out the bank safe
It's said that they got off with quite a haul

In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
For one more member who had business back in town
But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts

The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back

And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink
The hangin' judge was sober, he hadn't had a drink
The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts

The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, "Closed for repair"
Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair

She was thinkin' 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw
Thinkin' 'bout Rosemary and thinkin' about the law
But most of all she was thinkin' 'bout the Jack of Hearts

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Lily, Rosemary, And The Jack Of Hearts - Lyrics - Tom Russell

Title: Lily, Rosemary, And The Jack Of Hearts
Artist: Tom Russell
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
The festival was over the boys were all plannin' for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall
The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down
Anyone with any sense had already left town
He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts

He moved across the mirrored room
"Set it up for everyone", he said
Then everyone commenced to do
What they were doin' before he turned their heads
Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin
"Could you kindly tell me friend what time the show begins?"
Then he moved into the corner face down like the Jack of Hearts

Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside the streets were fillin' up the window was open wide
A gentle breeze was blowin' you could feel it from inside
Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts

Big Jim was no one's fool he owned the town's only diamond mine
He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine
With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place
He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste
But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts

Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown
She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear
"Sorry darlin' that I'm late", but he didn't seem to hear
He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts

"I know I've seen that face before", Big Jim was thinkin' to himself
"Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf"
But then the crowd began to stamp their feet
And the house lights did dim
And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him
Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts

Lily was a princess she was fair skinned and precious as a child
She did whatever she had to do she had
That certain flash every time she smiled
She'd come away from a broken home had lots of strange affairs
With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere
But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts

The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined
The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind
It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring
And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king
No nothin' ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts

Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife
She was tired of the attention tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife
She had done a lot of bad things even once tried suicide
Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died
She was gazin' to the future riding on the Jack of Hearts

Lily washed her face took her dress off and buried it away
"Has your luck run out?", she laughed at him
"Well I guess you must have known it would someday
Be careful not to touch the wall there's a brand-new coat of paint
I'm glad to see you're still alive you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts

The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something funny going on" he said "I can just feel it in the air"
He went to get the hangin' judge but the hangin' judge was drunk
As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk
There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts

Lily's arms were locked around the man that she dearly loved to touch
She forgot all about the man she couldn't stand
Who hounded her so much
"I've missed you so" she said to him and he felt she was sincere
But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear
Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts

No one knew the circumstance but they say
That it happened pretty quick
The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked
And Big Jim was standin' there ya couldn't say surprised
Rosemary right beside him steady in her eyes
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts

Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall
And cleaned out the bank safe it's said that they got off with quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
For one more member who had business back in town
But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts

The next day was hangin' day the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows she didn't even blink
The hangin' judge was sober he hadn't had a drink
The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts

The cabaret was empty now a sign said "Closed for repair"
Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair
She was thinkin' 'bout her father who she very rarely saw
Thinkin' 'bout Rosemary and thinkin' about the law
But most of all she was thinkin' 'bout the Jack of Hearts

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