gluin my eyes together girl might be the right escape there's nothin in the secret garden just images of blue and white losin my mind forever girl
way gluin my eyes together girl might be the right escape there's nothin in the secret garden just images of blue and white losin my mind forever girl
beauties are everywhere If you're comin' to the islands then you might stare And find a girl waiting for you there in Hawaii Kani and Wahini and Wahowalis, too Wish a
and main girl got game she?s sweet like juice from the morning sun dripping off of that sugarcaine she?s soft like silk from the garden of love you know she?s
on the street We both know it's no good But every night you're heading there You've got the same sad eyes In your secret garden There is no one Who gets
a 36C or a 42 double-D Damn! That's how I jam when I slam You never knew before but now you know who's the man I am - so keep your girl away from me
my Secret Garden, I got a Wolf named Cujo That's guardin' it, I'm experienced you need a started kit Long walk, Short Pier, Roadwork there's no clear
s me Big Pee the bachelor Your Secret Garden need a weeder whacker All I need is my gat and my black Cleopatra She the master of seduction with a classy
it's Pumpkinhead Marco Polo on the beat En garde, draw your weapon, put it to a test I'm a swordfish that'll carve a P on your chest I shit on rookies
you said you've got something Deep inside of you A wind chime voice sound, sway your hips round rings true Echo?s deep inside of you These secret garden
burn candles and stare at a ghost Deep inside of you And some great need in me starts to bleed I've lost myself there's nothing left, it's all gone
the garden hedge And planting land mines on the lawn He's gone barmy According to his wife, he's formed a secret army Ever since he got laid off Something
" Somebody special Looking at me Same kind of reaction Wanted to cry with me If there are many Too easy to say When it's love It's just a game-ame-ame
a visit from the dead Must be a visit from the dead Now I see her figure, it's just a little child And there's no reflection, she's in the mirror Could
the street We both know it's no good But every night you're heading there You've got the same sad eyes In your secret garden There is no one Who gets