have fun This year, I'll paint my masterpiece This year, I'll be recognized I can feel, I'll fall in love for real This year, this year January, I'll learn to fly February, love's gonna find me March, April
Vera Hall What month was my Jesus born in? Last month of the year! (Repeat) Chorus: Oh, January, (January), February, (February), March, April, May,
all I want to say There's no room for maneuver So make sure that it stays A love for all seasons Yeah a love for all seasons I say January, February, March April
you It's your birthday, shawty it's your birthday I got you in my bed with your birthday suit It's your birthday, shawty it's your birthday January, February, March, April
(It's your birthday, shawty it's your birthday) I got you in my bed with your birthday suit. (It's your birthday, shawty it's your birthday) January, February, March, April
5 months, a plenty good wasted time But it just took 5 minutes when I saw your face again To fall in love all over, I guess with you I'll never win March
February, then it was necessary because I realised that You were such a dude March, I offered you my heart and everything you get with it You get for free April
The April fool is exhausted After a thirty-one day March. His extremities are frosted, His bones ache, and his throat is parched. He sure has seen much
crowd and I don't know how to call them up I'ma start a hundred cars, race them up, paid them up (Incomprehensible) grey in March, Uncle Blue in April
the year January, he's breaking out of his shell February, he's body's starting to swell March, at least eight times a day he's got to be fed April,
Each and every day of the year (January) You start the year off fine (February) You're my little valentine (March) I'm gonna march you down the aisle (April
day with a cross And I'll laugh about all that we've lost Calendar girl who is lost to the world, stay alive Calendar girl who is lost to the world, stay alive January, February, March, April
ill be gone til november, ill be gone til november, ill be gone til november, you tell my girl ill be gone til november, janurary, feburary, march, april
'll be gone till November I'll be gone 'til November, you tell my girl yo I'll be gone till November January, February, March, April, May I see you cryin
I did straight threw I'm bad Like Michael was see what the cycle does 360- Spin around,i'm the new kid in town Yeah it's coming soldier,April the month
April, the cruelest month I reckon this much could be a contender There's only so much sorrow a man can take I can't change my face, don't you remember
Choose between the win and lose But what's the use? Will success fail me? Will it make me free? What they tell me I should want? Is it what I need? Come march come april
's moving through town, as big as a train April, May, June and July, we'll hang outside August through February, all the time talking our way through March