Thirsty Boots - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Thirsty Boots
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): Eric Anderson

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Lyric:
You've long been on the open road, you've been sleepin' in the rain
From dirty words and muddy cells, your clothes are soiled and stained
But the dirty words and the mud of cells, will soon be judged insane
So only stop and rest yourself and you'll be off again

Oh, take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile
Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile
And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try
Lookin' for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes

Then tell me of the ones you saw, as far as you could see
Across the plains from field to town, marchin' to be free
And of the rusted prison gates, that tumble by degree
Like laughing children one by one, they look like you and me

So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile
Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile
And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try
Just lookin' for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes

I know you are no stranger down the crooked rainbow trail
From dancing cliff edge shattered sills, to slander shackled jails
Where the voices drift up from below, as walls are bein' scaled
Yes, all of this and more my friend your song shall not be failed

Oh, take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile
Feet are hot and weary, from a dusty mile
And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try
Just lookin' for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes

So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile
Feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile
And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try
Lookin' for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes

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Sunshine - Lyrics - Poverty's Paradise - Naughty By Nature

Title: Sunshine
Album: Poverty's Paradise
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Roy Ayers, Vincent Brown, Anthony Criss

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Lyric:
Honey, um, yes, um
Take me to the crib and get naughty, um
Honey, um, yes, um
Take me to the crib and get naughty, um

Are those bullets in ya bra or are your nipples glad to see me?
Been wishin' since I'm three now I'm finally seeing a genie
Open that kitty, pretty, let me write it in graffiti
Ya name sunshine, baby
Been known by the glow in your panties, sweetie

Your poonany is screaming, "Feed me" so please me, uh
Free me, don't tease me, touch your toes
And kiss your knees, ease up in it
Not minutes try sections of half 'n' hours

We'll be on every end of your house like it was ours
And you ain't gotta suggest respect sunshine, can't get less
I'll affect every part that your man neglects
I've been observing how your curving
Campaigning for a serving now see, I got that pretty kitty purring

Honey, um, yes, um
Take me to the crib and get naughty, um
Honey, um, yes, um
Take me to the crib and get naughty, um

One time with the sunshine
Sunshine, one time with the sun
One time with the sunshine
Sunshine, one time in the city

Are you in the easy cat or kitty category? What's the story?
You got two pairs of lips which shall I pick to make you wiggle for me?
Adore me, don't let that cat catch your tongue
One time with sunshine and that snatch could catch you strung
Don't wanna wish to hear you sing, wanna know I heard ya sung

Here's one free vote for C notes and loose tongues
I'm here, you knock 'em off but you start with your boots on
A party with the body, Lordy, where only two comes
And the truth is smoked boots is the proof

Once tight socks stretched loose and condoms on the roof
Hittin' steep and ain't complete till
The kitten sleeps between the sheets
Now our naughty emblem is written deep

Honey, um, yes, um
Take me to the crib and get naughty, um
Honey, um, yes, um
Take me to the crib and get naughty, um

One time with the sunshine
Sunshine, one time with the sun
One time with the sunshine

Lady, I crazy and underrated, can't be test of faded
Blowing up the spot like that ass just detonated
Spouting out sperm, not spaded out, with my worm I waited
The hotty hair was knotty, a perm and she mighta made it
Plus she had a shitty attitude so no alarm

On a scale o' one ta damn she was a yawn
Darn, with most it ain't no speaking after freaking a number one
More weekend in between meetings
But sunshine was pretty as Puerto Ricans
So that thought went down with the sunset

Now you wanna know how naughty can one get
Get strapped up like the Mad Hatter
Lips between hips like Mick Jagger's
Do some cabin stabbin' like a dagger
Just cool, let's wet up the pool and rub-a-dub

Trade your dud for a stud, bustin' more than suds in a tub
So I love it when ya let it get it
Get thirsty like a dry reservoir, never sore when I wet it
Say pathetic but I say sunshine is super

Put that poonany on the roof
And that shine might wake the roosters
So I'm through till I scoop her
One time with the sunshine

Here kitty, kitty, kitty
Damn, where's that cat?

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Secret Garden - Lyrics - Erotica - Madonna

Title: Secret Garden
Album: Erotica
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Andre Levan Betts, Madonna Ciccone

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Lyric:
In my secret garden, I'm looking for the perfect flower
Waiting for my finest hour
In my secret garden, I still believe after all
I still believe and I fall

You plant the seed and I'll watch it grow
I wonder when I'll start to show
I wonder if I'll ever know
Where my place is, where my face is

I know it's in here somewhere
I just wish I knew the color of my hair
I know the answer's hiding somewhere
In my secret garden

There's a petal that isn't torn
A heart that will not harden
A place that I can be born
In my secret garden

A rose without a thorn
A lover without scorn

If I wait for the rain
To kiss me and undress me
Will I look like a fool, wet and a mess
Will I still be thirsty, will I pass the test

And if I look for the rainbow
Will I see it or will it pass right by
'Cause I'm not supposed to see
'Cause the blind are never free

Even at my secret garden
There's a chance that I could harden
That's why I'll keep on looking

For a petal that isn't torn
A heart that will not harden
A place that I can be born
In my secret garden

A rose without a thorn
A lover without scorn

I still believe, I still believe
'Cause after all is said and done, I'm still alive
And the boots have come and trampled on me
And I'm still alive

'Cause the sun has kissed me and caressed me
And I'm strong and there's a chance
That I will grow, this I know
So I'm still looking for

A petal that isn't torn
A heart that will not harden
A place that I can be born
It's in my secret garden

A rose without a thorn
A lover without scorn

Somewhere in fountain blue
Lies my secret garden

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Let The Games Begin - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Let The Games Begin
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Dedrick D'Mon Rolison, Treyvon Thomas Green, C Rios

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Lyric:
Yeah, Terror Squad motherfucker and the Hoo Bangin' affiliates
I know you ain't think you was gon' see this niggas, nope
East coast, west coast, it's all the same
Joey Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10, speak on it, Joe, niggas what

At times I feel like blastin' myself, endin' it all
Niggas on my same team be prayin' I fall
Tellin' the feds, that I'm still cappin' the raw
Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe

Boy George-in it, livin' the life of the fortunate
Show you how warm my fuckin' coffee get
My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes
Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes?

Can't call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin'
But it appears your empire's fallen
Fuckin' with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one
The same cats you get terroria from

East coast, west coast, man it's all the same
Niggas won't know shit till they feel the flame
It's still insane, since the flow track
Blowin' your whole back, with the Mack, we'll let ya know black

It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby

It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby

Check what you never thought, Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York
Spittin' thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk
We the truest 'cuz killers walk in muddy boots
Once my dogs cut me lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose

Fuck is you talkin' like you crazy, barkin' like you eighty
Or have you crawlin', walkin' like a baby
Don't try to play me 'cuz I'm not a playa
Hey yo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe

I'm out to make a million dollies but still I'm rowdy
So I hope it happen rappin' before I have to kill somebody
That's how it is in the stone jungle
If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon' mug you

And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid
Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die? Coke is in
Blow your life away, that's a big price to pay
You coulda been teachin' your kid, how to ride his bike today

It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby

It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby

I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya
And if y'all don't get him, I promise I'll try
Hoo Bangin' affiliates is the williest so the silliest
Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit

Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack
Real niggas push big weight and big sacks
Y'all said it was cool, I got to okay this
I usually want paytons, y'all bring the scale so we can weight this

It better be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix
Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it's all 36
I hope you can count nigga, better be precise
If it ain't all there that's your dope and your life

From the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx
We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks
Hit Doja like we supposed to, sippin' on Hen
TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin

It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby

It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby

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