You're perfect Oh, perfect I just can't control myself I can't be with no one else It seems I'm addicted to the way You like to touch me I don't think
Staring out, depressed about What words I have to plead So torn apart Shattered by impressions Of confessions in defeat My broken heart Crying, desperate
't show me that you appreciate my love, I had to say goodbye my dear. My dear my dear...Say goodbye my dear...my dear... goodbye my dear say goodbye my dear my dear
{Dear Bobbie, do you remember When you were young and very pretty? I do I remember pleated skirts, black and white saddle shoes Do you remember dancing
thank my Mum for giving birth to my massive head I thank my father true he showed me them ropes Let me end it on a positive note Dear Dad, dear Mum, dear
Dear Brother, Mama left us this morning Death's angels took her away She's gone to meet Daddy up there in Heaven But we'll meet again someday She left
I woke up this mornin' There was a note upon my door Said, 'Don't make me no coffee, babe 'Cause I won't be back no more' And that's all she wrote 'Dear
' good, feelin' right Words were spoke brought us close When we touched it was overdose On the road you're back there You're my friend, darlin' dear
clear cloud You came and saved me dear It's too bad you didn't do it, I ain't never been used to it The way we stopped them, dear To all the ladies
Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you Dear God, I see your face in all I do Sometimes it's so hard to believe it But God, I know you have your reasons
X: Shaq & {Warren G} I wanna girl like my dear yea {Tall, slender, brown eyes with the legit like this} [Verse One: Shaq] I wanna girl like my dear,
love ya? Sweet lady And dear mama place no one above ya, sweet lady You are appreciated, don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady, and dear mama Dear mama
Dear America I'm only what you made me Young, black and fuckin' crazy Please save me I'm dyin' inside Can't you see it in my eyes? I'm hopeless, fearless
"You better stop foolin if you want to get along with me" True "We grew up on the block, and we know about poverty" Do you? Dear hip-hop, I apologize
Smack that bitch right across the lips Cause she aint nothin but a filthy bitch Beat the freak in the head with a cinder block Blackin her eyes your lunatic
Dear landlord, Please don't put a price on my soul. My burden is heavy, My dreams are beyond control. When that steamboat whistle blows, I'm gonna give
Dear God Hope You got the letter and I pray You can make it better down here I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer And all the people that
natural rain I predict the seasons to go unchanged Sometimes in life you run across a love unknown Without a reason it seems like you belong Hold on dear