One Red Rose - Lyrics - Storm Windows - John Prine

Title: One Red Rose
Album: Storm Windows
Artist: John Prine
Composer(s): John Prine

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Lyric:
The rain came down on the tin roof
Hardly a sound was left from the birthday party
The kitchen light fell asleep on the bedroom floor

Me and her were talking softer
Than all the time before I lost her
Picture sat on top of the chest of drawers

One red rose in the Bible
Pressed between the holy alphabet
Probably wouldn't believe you if you told me
But what I never knew I never will forget

Rainy nights get dark real early
Her dress was soft and her hair was curly
We danced around the table to the old banjo

Rainy nights were made for lovers
We lay there still beneath the covers
And I ain't never felt like that before

One red rose in the Bible
Pressed between the holy alphabet
Probably wouldn't believe you if you told me
But what I never knew I never will forget

One red rose in the Bible
Pressed between the holy alphabet
Probably wouldn't believe you if you told me
But what I never knew I never will forget
What I never knew I never will forget

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Little Rosa - Lyrics - Red Sovine

Title: Little Rosa
Artist: Red Sovine
Composer(s): Webb Pierce, Red Sovine

Lyric:
A tiny turned up nose, two cheeks just like a rose
So sweet from head to toe, that little girl of mine

I had gone to visit the grave of a friend of mine
And as I walked through the graveyard
I noticed this man kneeling down by a grave of a child
And as I started to walk by
I noticed that he had a big red rose in his hand
And tears were streaming down his cheeks

I walk over, laid a hand on his shoulder
And started to talk to him
And in the course of the conversation
And in his broken English
This is the story as he told it to me

He said, "Mister, I walk-a-down the street-a today
And-a I pass-a by a big-a flower shop
I walk-a into the shop and I ask-a the man"
I said, "Boss, how much for one-a red rose?"
And-a he look-a at me with one big frown

And he said, "One-a dollar, please"
But a-by and-a by a swell dressed blond young-a lady walk-a in
And she said-a, "How much for-a one red rose?"
And-a he look-a at her with big-a smile
And he said-a, "Ten cent"

And I said-a, "Boss, how come-a you charge-a me
A dollar for the rose and you charge-a the lady only ten-a cents"
And he said-a, "Look, tell me why you want-a the rose
And maybe I give it to you for nothing"

And I said, "Boss, I'm hard-a working man
I work-a for the railroad
And I got-a little girl and her name is Rosa
Rosa is just about this-a high, Boss
Everyday when I come-a home from work
Little Rosa come-a running to meet her papa"

She throws her little arms around my neck
And say, "Papa" and I say, "Rosa"
But one-a day, Boss I come home from work
And I don't-a see Rosa
I look down by the railroad tracks and I see-a one big-a crowd

I go down and push-a the crowd this way
And I push-a the crowd that way
And there at my feet lay my little Rosa
And that's why I want-a the Rose-a Boss
I want to put them on my little Rosa grave

The man he don't-a say nothing
But he pick the biggest and reddest rose and he give-a to me
And I said, "Thank-a you, Boss, I thank you very much"
And though she's gone, you see she's the world to me
To me she'll always be, that's little girl of mine

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Spanish Harlem - Lyrics - Tom Jones

Title: Spanish Harlem
Artist: Tom Jones
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber, Phil Spector

Lyric:
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreamy

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

With eyes as black as coal, that look down in my soul
And start a fire there and then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon
I'm gonna pick that rose and watch her as she grows
In my garden

It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
I'm gonna pick that rose and watch her as she grows
In my garden

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

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Yellow Rose - Lyrics - Arival - Alannah Myles

Title: Yellow Rose
Album: Arival
Artist: Alannah Myles
Composer(s): D. Wild, Alannah Mary Myles

Lyric:
Hopelessly watching and waiting
To see if my lover has turned to walk away
Opening slowly I sit by the water, I'm broken
There's nothing left to say

Red, red roses, all but one yellow bud
The gentle thud of unrequited love

Am I protected by this thorn in my heart?
What must I have been thinking of?
The rose of recognition
Or the yellow rose of unrequited love

Here in the aftermath, hopes crashed asunder
I wonder, can I camouflage my sadness?
Begging forgiveness, I don't understand love
How could I not notice my madness?

Red, red roses, all but one yellow bud
The yellow rose of unrequited love

Am I protected by this thorn in my heart?
What must I have been thinking of?
The rose of recognition
Or the yellow rose of unrequited love

Holding my head up to fight off their glances
I shifted and picked up my coat and my glasses
Boldly I stood up to everyone's weakness
I've lifted my spirits but still I am sleepless

Red, red roses, all but one yellow bud
The yellow rose of unrequited love

Am I protected by this thorn in my heart?
What must I have been thinking of?
The rose of recognition
Or the yellow rose of unrequited love
What must I have been thinking of?

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Murder One - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Murder One
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Stanley Howse, Byron Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations
And I'm waiting for the Lord, oh, please don't leave me forsaken
Caught up in the doom, prepare for Satan
So we facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared
Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates
Or will I burn off in that lake now?

Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake?
How many wait? It's too late, it's over now
Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable
Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'
Betta plead to bloody Jesus, watch how the majesty control it

Don't let it go slow down hold on
Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen
I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya
Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm
I got designed when the world drop dimes
This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind

Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo
Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo

Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo
Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo

If the world should end today
Fully automatic, gunning through it
Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain
Mo' murda, I heard 'em holla, holla, clock dollas
Swallow me, baby, 'cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI

Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid
Making them nauseous, cautious these niggas is flossing
My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing
It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em
Who wanna magnum? Who wanna tag 'em?
Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby, bitch

Smoked out in high school
Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken
Gotta get paid we in the kitchen
Cooking up grade and, baby, go on go grym

Hold on to motherfucking gun
Another fifth took one hood shot she split up
Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up
So huff and make it settle

Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo
Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo

Make me push this panic button nigga
We moving like the Panthers in the sixties
Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited
You wit' me, nigga, you wit' me?

Militant minded perfect timing it
Always on the incline, ah shit
Nigga that's down for the grind, ah, shit
Keeping real niggas rewinding this

Deep in the ghetto in the streets, ah, Cleveland
We call it thieving mind deceiving
Hear the reasons for hustling season
Bottom line money is power and the power mean muscle
Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling
Nigga get down for his hustle, his hustle hustle

Now nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you?
Well, I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do
Scream M-O-G and start blasting
Nigga never did like them boyz in blue

No regards for authorities
Wanna dump a nigga up wid the ferozine
Oh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene
Know what I mean, you betta get wid the team

'Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga
We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day
To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder
Got my mind made up and if niggas straight balling up outta control
Just as those hoes nigga rose
On ah, mission tryin' ta get that dough

Separated mine through prose
Open and close just like a case
Place to place ya feeling, ya safe
HB all up in my face
And it just ain't safe, it just ain't safe safe
I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war
Boy, boy, I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy

See me I'm stacked and ripping shit
Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats
Tattoos all over my body seven on the stomach
Skull on my chest, nine millimeter in my pocket
Ready to buck on the crowd
As long as that one little nigga
Sagging and bragging and talking loud

Talking about he, 'bout it, 'bout it
Nigga I got yo whole clik
Real niggas don't run they mouth
Real niggas make moves and get rich

Mobbing in a expedition
Thinking of a proposition
Settle my composition
Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition
Mo murda competition

How many niggas on the front line
Ready for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine?
Nigga disrespect mine
How will you lose the chalk?
For marrow rip through thine spine

If you wanna listen to what I say
Hey, gotta pay intuition
This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit
'Cause, my niggas too exquisite

I'm so Armageddon just as my Smith & Wesson
Here's a nice slug for you
And my nitrogen glyc bomb
Can land on them nuclear morgue

I watch when they all come stormin'
So when my one hit 'em up they fall
Let off wid' a little frustration bust my gun
Bullets haul

Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo
Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo

Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo
Code murder one, code murder one
Code murder one, code murder one
Murder them mo

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Spanish Harlem - Lyrics - Ben E. King

Title: Spanish Harlem
Artist: Ben E. King
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber, Phil Spector

Lyric:
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreamin'

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal that looks down in my soul
And starts a fire there and then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon
I'm goin' to pick that rose and watch her
As she grows in my garden

I'm goin' to pick that rose and watch her
As she grows in my garden
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
La la la, la la la, la la la la
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
La la la, la la la, la la la la
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)

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Saint Valentine - Lyrics - Ely Joe

Title: Saint Valentine
Artist: Ely Joe
Composer(s): Joe Ely

Lyric:
Saint Valentine drove a red Continental
With a headlight out and a dent in the side
He swore it wasn't his, it was only a rental
But he drove it every single night

Saint Valentine wore shades and a cowboy hat
He looked straight outta Lonesome Dove
You never saw his eyes but you knew down deep inside
He was longin' for a long lost love

The original lover had a broken heart
To the ground his blood did flow
And for every drop that touch the earth
A red, red rose did grow

Saint Valentine ate pizza every Monday night
And chased it with Johnny Walker Black
The waitresses would stare but he just didn't care
He just wanted his lover back

Saint Valentine wore a T-shirt of the Virgin Madonna
With the sleeves cut out and a tear through the heart
He wore it like a shield to protect his pride and honor
He was tired of livin' so far apart

The original lover had a broken heart
To the ground his blood did flow
And for every drop that touch the earth
A red, red rose did grow

Saint Valentine would circle the shoppin' center mall
With his radio wailin' the blues
He'd park outside the door of the video store
Like he was one of the chosen few

Saint Valentine drove a red Continental
With a headlight out and a dent in the side
He swore it wasn't real, it was only mental
But he drove it every single night

The original lover had a broken heart
To the ground his blood did flow
And for every drop that touch the earth
A red, red rose did grow

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Violet And A Rose - Lyrics - Porter Wagoner

Title: Violet And A Rose
Artist: Porter Wagoner
Composer(s): Bud Auge, Jimmy Dickens, John Reinfeld, Mel Tillis

Lyric:
A violet fell in love with a rose
And started it flashing from its head to its toe
Then one day the rose was kissed by the dew
A new love was born and the violet turned blue

Roses are red violets are blue
I'm sending red red roses to you
If you care to send some flowers to me
Then send me some violets, I'm blue as can be

I wanted my love to bouquet with you
But just like the rose you've proven untrue
A flower that's wild they say has no home
And just like the violet I'm left all alone

Roses are red violets are blue
I'm sending red red roses to you
If you care to send some flowers to me
Then send me some violets, I'm blue as can be

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Violet And A Rose - Lyrics - Jean Shepard

Title: Violet And A Rose
Artist: Jean Shepard
Composer(s): John Reinfeld, Bud Auge, Jimmy Dickens, Mel Tillis

Lyric:
A violet fell in love with a rose
And started it flashing from its head to its toes
Then one day the rose was kissed by the dew
A new love was born and the violet turned blue

Roses are red, violets are blue
I'm sending red, red roses to you
If you care to send some flowers to me
Then send me some violets, I'm blue as can be

I wanted my love to bouquet with you
But just like the rose, you've proven untrue
A flower that's wild they say has no home
And just like the violet, I'm left all alone

Roses are red, violets are blue
I'm sending red, red roses to you
If you care to send some flowers to me
Then send me some violets, I'm blue as can be
Then send me some violets, I'm blue as can be

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Violet And A Rose - Lyrics - Webb Pierce

Title: Violet And A Rose
Artist: Webb Pierce
Composer(s): John Reinfeld, Bud Auge, Jimmy Dickens, Mel Tillis

Lyric:
A violet fell in love with a rose
And started it flashing from its head to its toe
Then one day the rose was kissed by the dew
A new love was born and the violet turned blue

Roses are red violets are blue
I'm sending red, red roses to you
If you care to send some flowers to me
Then send me some violets, I'm blue as can be

I wanted my love to bouquet with you
And just like the rose you've proven untrue
A flower that's wild they say has no home
And just like the violet I'm left all alone

Roses are red violets are blue
I'm sending red, red roses to you
If you care to send some flowers to me
Then send me some violets, I'm blue as can be

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Violet And A Rose - Lyrics - Pam Tillis

Title: Violet And A Rose
Artist: Pam Tillis
Composer(s): John Reinfeld, Bud Auge, Jimmy Dickens, Mel Tillis

Lyric:
A violet fell in love with a rose
And started it blushing from its head to its toes
Then one day the rose was kissed by the dew
A new love was born and the violet turned blue

Roses are red, violets are blue
I'm sending red, red roses to you
If you care to send some flowers to me
Then send me some violets, I'm blue as can be

I wanted my love to bouquet with you
Just like the rose you've proven untrue
A flower that's wild they say has no home
And just like the violet I'm left all alone

Roses are red, violets are blue
I'm sending red, red roses to you
If you care to send some flowers to me
Then send me some violets, I'm blue as can be
Then send me some violets, I'm blue as can be

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Tres Leches - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Tres Leches
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): E Barrier, R Diggs, A Johnson, J Hunter, W Griffin, C Rios

Lyric:
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your, wake you up and as I stare in your

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?)
Yo it's the P

Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits
That claim to be the newest, rappin' bullshit
My rhymes, get Ruger endorsements, my song boost
And the tech sales through the ceiling, let's talk with guns

Convo' til' the police come
Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match
First max like it's Hamburger Hill for real
It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on

My outfit stuck on some wild out shit, all about it
We move gambit, through the overcrowded
Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips
Point the nozzle and shift your back disc

Me and the clicka, sit down and eat dinner
Wake up every mornin' write a new banger
That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
Or the H A V O C, nigga

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got the technique from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got your freestyle from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Deck, I told y'all, protect ya' neck)
I'm Rebel INS your highness

Fake one, take one, no ultimatum face one
There's no escape from straight from the brain come the great one
My blade swung, decapitate your snake head
Slit your snake tongue make one false maneuver you a mystery

Unsolved, the mob that we robbed automatically involved
Musclebound sounds surround commercial thugs
Rock turtledove Bowery suits
And purple gloves, me and you can have some fun

Make it a blast, you couldn't take the impact
With steel shoulder pads, blood for blood
Veteran, covered in mud, wounded in the midst of war
Still tradin' slugs gettin' major love

Way above you newcomers, I come thunderin'
With the heat of two summers when I enter the zone
Move mountains with the presence alone before the words rip through
The microphone, chrome dipped lyrics are known to split stone
You private eyes home in but can't seem to clone

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, the one you bit your whole shit from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, I snatched away the moon and blew away the sun)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, the one with over a thousand guns)
You start to suffer

Yo, Big Punisher's ready, Prodigy, Deck and me, QB and Bronx trilogy
Lyrically hazardous for your wealth, swing on your worlds piece
Foil your plans, boil your grams, take a shine
Fold all your hands, spoil your man's, make him mine

Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97
Drop by your dwellin' got the weapon right behind your melon
Ain't no tellin' when the bullet's behind the trigger
I do it to live niggaz and Pulitzer Prize winners

You wouldn't survive nigga, if I chose you
Froze you from ear to ear, showin' your whole vocal
Who told you, you could roll through
My lyrics practically rose you from the grave, like the crow's do

I told you a long time ago, don't ever fuck me
'Cause if I leave you half dead, consider yourself very lucky
Very ugly from the face up, leave you laced up
Joey Crillz props, Cuban Link, triple seize what?

Soon, you start to suffer
The RZA, the RZA
The Inspectah Deck, Inspectah Deck
Yo it's the P, yo it's the P, yo it's the P
The Punisher's ready, the Punisher's ready

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Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy) - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy)
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): E Barrier, R Diggs, A Johnson, J Hunter, W Griffin, C Rios

Lyric:
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your, wake you up and as I stare in your

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?)
Yo it's the P

Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits
That claim to be the newest, rappin' bullshit
My rhymes, get Ruger endorsements, my song boost
And the tech sales through the ceiling, let's talk with guns

Convo' til' the police come
Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match
First max like it's Hamburger Hill for real
It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on

My outfit stuck on some wild out shit, all about it
We move gambit, through the overcrowded
Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips
Point the nozzle and shift your back disc

Me and the clicka, sit down and eat dinner
Wake up every mornin' write a new banger
That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
Or the H A V O C, nigga

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got the technique from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got your freestyle from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Deck, I told y'all, protect ya' neck)
I'm Rebel INS your highness

Fake one, take one, no ultimatum face one
There's no escape from straight from the brain come the great one
My blade swung, decapitate your snake head
Slit your snake tongue make one false maneuver you a mystery

Unsolved, the mob that we robbed automatically involved
Musclebound sounds surround commercial thugs
Rock turtledove Bowery suits
And purple gloves, me and you can have some fun

Make it a blast, you couldn't take the impact
With steel shoulder pads, blood for blood
Veteran, covered in mud, wounded in the midst of war
Still tradin' slugs gettin' major love

Way above you newcomers, I come thunderin'
With the heat of two summers when I enter the zone
Move mountains with the presence alone before the words rip through
The microphone, chrome dipped lyrics are known to split stone
You private eyes home in but can't seem to clone

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, the one you bit your whole shit from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, I snatched away the moon and blew away the sun)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, the one with over a thousand guns)
You start to suffer

Yo, Big Punisher's ready, Prodigy, Deck and me, QB and Bronx trilogy
Lyrically hazardous for your wealth, swing on your worlds piece
Foil your plans, boil your grams, take a shine
Fold all your hands, spoil your man's, make him mine

Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97
Drop by your dwellin' got the weapon right behind your melon
Ain't no tellin' when the bullet's behind the trigger
I do it to live niggaz and Pulitzer Prize winners

You wouldn't survive nigga, if I chose you
Froze you from ear to ear, showin' your whole vocal
Who told you, you could roll through
My lyrics practically rose you from the grave, like the crow's do

I told you a long time ago, don't ever fuck me
'Cause if I leave you half dead, consider yourself very lucky
Very ugly from the face up, leave you laced up
Joey Crillz props, Cuban Link, triple seize what?

Soon, you start to suffer
The RZA, the RZA
The Inspectah Deck, Inspectah Deck
Yo it's the P, yo it's the P, yo it's the P
The Punisher's ready, the Punisher's ready

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Violet And A Rose - Lyrics - Wanda Jackson

Title: Violet And A Rose
Artist: Wanda Jackson
Composer(s): Bud Auge, Jimmy Dickens, John Reinfeld, Mel Tillis

Lyric:
A violet fell in love with a rose
And started it flashing from its head to its toe
Then one day the rose was kissed by the dew
A new love was born and the violet turned blue

Roses are red violets are blue
I'm sending red, red roses to you
If you care to send some flowers to me
Then send me some violets, I'm blue as can be

I wanted my love to bouquet with you
But just like the rose you've proven untrue
A flower that's wild they say has no home
And just like the violet I'm left all alone

Roses are red

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Last Rose Of Summer - Lyrics - Sin After Sin - Judas Priest

Title: Last Rose Of Summer
Album: Sin After Sin
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Robert Halford, Glenn Tipton

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Lyric:
Throughout the soft and timeless days of August
'Til now the shadows begin to grow much longer
The sunset's fire has deepened blood red
I give you this, the last rose of summer

A token of my unyielding love
So that when winter's mettle steals the earth
And all around seems dead and cold
This rose reminds you of a time when all was warm and living

Do not despair, mother nature simply rests
In sleep she has well earned
'Til one day not so very far from now
With the opening of the first rose buds I shall return

A token of my unyielding love
So that when winter's mettle steals the earth
And all around seems dead and cold
This rose reminds you of a time when all was warm and living

The last rose of summer
The last rose of summer
The last rose of summer
...

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52 - Rock With It - Lyrics - Behind The Music - Kj

Title: 52 - Rock With It
Album: Behind The Music
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Jonah Sorrentino

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Lyric:
Just one emcee and one DJ
We gonna break it on down in the old school way
So just rock with it, just rock with it
So just rock with it the most defenedly
C'mon and rock with it

Once upon a time 2000 years ago
Well, there once a guy that some y'all know
He would rock the mic everywhere he'd go
They came from far and wide just to hear him flow

With the crowd packed tight every single show
And they just got hype whenever he came on
They would put they hands high and just sing along
Every word every line every single song

And everywhere he'd go and everywhere he'd be
They wanted to see how he rocked on the M I C
And every time when he came to rock the party
He would roll with twelve guys in his posse

He was the true old schooler microphone ruler
Fresh with the lyrics bringing it right to ya
So if ya ain't heard we came just to school ya

Just one emcee and one DJ
We gonna break it on down in the old school way
So just rock with it, just rock with it
So just rock with it the most defenedly
C'mon and rock with it

Ow, the sucka emcees put him to the test
Used to call him names and said you ain't fresh
And they tried to throw down and they tried to mess
And plus they even tried to put him to death

See they tried and they tried just to stop this cat
He was crucified and died but it's a fact
That he was gonna rise but he came back
And that's word to the wise 'cause it be like that

And then he rose to the sky said he'll be right back
So ya better check the rhyme and be on track
If you're short or tall or skinny or fat
Or red or yellow or white or black

If you the don't on the mic or you're just plain wack
Without Christ in your life man, you ain't got that
And that's the reason we had to bust this rap
One emcee on the mic and the DJ on the scratch

Just one emcee and one DJ
We gonna break it on down in the old school way
So just rock with it, just rock with it
So just rock with it the most defenedly
C'mon and rock with it

Now, I just told you what you must do
And I tried to showed you the only way that's true
But in the end my friend now it's up to you
See there's two choices left just for you to choose

So you need to get down with the freshest crew
'Cause they been running it now since the old school
So peace I'm out is what I say to you
And I pass it down to my man just do what you do

Just one emcee and one DJ
We gonna break it on down in the old school way
So just rock with it, just rock with it
C'mon and rock with it
So just rock with it the most defenedly
C'mon and rock with it

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Spanish Harlem - Lyrics - Bowling for Soup Goes to the Movies - Bowling For Soup

Title: Spanish Harlem
Album: Bowling for Soup Goes to the Movies
Artist: Bowling For Soup
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber, Phil Spector

Lyric:
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming

It's growing in the street
Right up through the concrete
It's soft and sweet and dreamin'

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
Yeah

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Scarlet Rose - Lyrics - Edguy

Title: Scarlet Rose
Artist: Edguy
Composer(s): Jens Ludwig, Tobias Sammet

Lyric:
The moment when you held me tight
Won't come back any more
And at the end of that night
You slammed the door

My dream it died away
Just when I saw red
And nothing but a memory
Is left inside my head

Nothing is forever in life
But a memory believe it's true
And when I gaze in the rain
I'm crying just for you

The scarlet rose has died
Lost inside the night
Left in my mind like a dream and full of pride
The scarlet rose has died

The one and only way to catch the
Beauty of a dawn
Is to take a picture
Of the growing sun

I got that experience
No one could steal away
One moment of your life is mine
I remember day by day

Nothing is forever in life
But a memory believe it's true
And when I gaze in the rain
I'm crying just for you

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Beef - Lyrics - Notorious B.I.G.

Title: Beef
Artist: Notorious B.I.G.
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach, Christopher Wallace, Hal David, Nashiem Myrick, Kazumi Tabata, Sean Puffy Combs, Albert Johnson, Carlos Broady, Phil Hurtt, Bunny Sigler, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

Lyric:
We here, we ain't goin' nowhere
Y'all motherfuckers don't know what beef is

Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G., I put my key
You put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', check it

My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock
Drop top notch, playa hatin' won't stop
This instant, rappers too persistent
Quick to spit, Biggie name on shit

Make my name taste like ass when you speak it
See me in the street, your jewelry, you can keep it
That'll be our little secret, see me, B that is, I that is, G whiz
Motherfuckers still in my biz

Hope they know my nigga gutter fuckin' kidnap kids
Fuck 'em in the ass, throw 'em over the bridge
That's how it is, my shit is laid out
Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out

Y'all got to go, all I make is one phone call
All y'all disappear by tomorrow
All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow
Actually, your man passed the gat to me, now check this

What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your mom's ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., one more time

What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., check it

I done clapped at the best of them, been caused the death of them
These dudes don't want no more, shit is affectin' them
Tops popped off, them niggaz from the bridge
Just be wildin' on you line, that red dot on you

Don't know or warn you, catch them all hogged up
Sober that ass up with clips, the ratchet spit
Number one with the buddhaka
Henny sour diesel, ain't no tellin' what I do to ya
It's obvious ma, you ain't fuckin', keep it movin' ma

Pow pow pow pow pow, they shot 'em in they cars
I wish I was there, I would've shot back all 'em
They fire return fire, put it right back on 'em
Sacrifice myself for you no problem

In the flames I burn for my niggaz that's gone
And the niggaz that took the hits on my niggaz
You been warned, P's not the one, Hav not the one
You try to run up on us, we already bustin' the guns

What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your mom's ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., one more time

What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., check it

They'll be nothin' but smooth sailin'
When I spit shots, now your crew's bailin'
All I got is heat and tough talk for you
Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you

Man this is straight torture, look what that slick shit bought ya
A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher
Watch me set it off like Vivica, here lies your demise
Close your eyes, think good thoughts

Die while your skin start to glisten
Pale blue hands get cold, your soul's risen
It's bad 'cause I just begun
What make the shit real bad, I was havin' fun

What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your mom's ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., one more time

What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., check it

Beef doesn't happen on records, beef does not happen on records
You don't know what beef is, you don't want no beef
You fuckin' fake studio ass, gangsta rappin' motherfuckers
Fuck outta here

Beef is B.I.G. not bein' here, beef is your love ones not bein' here
Beef is every so called ghetto superstar that rose to the top
And dropped just as quickly on some bullshit, what's beef 2006?
What's beef? Y'all motherfuckers don't know what beef is
Fuck all y'all, Bad Boy Bitch we still here

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Spanish Rose - Lyrics - Vanessa Williams

Title: Spanish Rose
Artist: Vanessa Williams
Composer(s): Lee Adams, Charles Strouse

Lyric:
I'm just a Spanish tamale she likes to say
Brought off a boat from the tropics far far away
Which is kinda funny
?Cos I come from romantic exotic Pittsburgh, P.A.

Oh, she thinks I'm Spanish?
I'll show her Spanish if I ever marry that mouse

I'll cook the taco and the enchilada
And day and night my castanets will click
The only song I'll sing will be ?Grenada?
I'll be so Spanish it will make her sick

She'll visit in our cozy ascienda
My red hot Chile it will make her cry
The daiquiris will pour out of my blender
And then we dance flamenco, ay ay ay

Watch out for the wild Spanish Rose
The wickedest flower that grows
Her skirt she is split, her hips never quit
That spitfire Spanish Rose

Hey Mrs. P be my mamacita
A real Latina daughter I will be
Together we will shop at the bodega
Then watch the Spanish channel on TV, Hola

And then before long I suppose
You'll help us pick out baby clothes
For Juan and Enrique, Rosa, Anita
Jose and Carmen, Jesus, Consuelo

Mama, you can bet your bottom peso
Some day I make him one terrific wife
It gives me mucho happiness to say so
With me your sonny boy can have a life

So boys now you've met Spanish Rose
The wickedest flower that grows
I'm wild and I'm free, I'm what I must be
Don't worry bout me, Spanish Rose

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