She's a woman, nothing more Falling for whatever comes along She's so wrong A fool To herself Had to be Don't ever tell me How to live my life, tell me
may disturb you now Abandon all attempts to love me Don't fool yourself that's what you feel When you at last decide to hate me At least your emotion
Take care of me Gotta do what you do But if you gamble you could lose Take care of Take care of me (Take care of) Take care of Take care of me (Take
with us Yo yo, yo what they call you kid? Yeah they call me bigg jus Yo, it's a shame when these mc's fuck with me Yeah what's your name son? They call me
doobie dubba dud da da) Ya ya, la la la la (doobie dubba dud da da) Now, if you're gonna see me biting my nails, You just ell my mama, Yeah, she gonna spank me
long time ago But I fucked her again when she was twenty four Bitch, I'm an old school vet, they call me Too $hort Look your woman in the eyes What
make me better (You make me better) You make me better (You make me better) You make me better (You make me better) You make me better (You make me better) You make me
chased by Sergeant Preston, Taking nine Commandments back to heaven. "What's your hurry? You know heaven can wait!" Said a pretty woman with Beatty eyes, Waltzing around yodeling, "Kiss Me
g Cause those girls ain't got shit on me I got a grown woman's body you can plainly see With a don't grow on the pubic hairs with me But there's more
When there's wine in your belly, love rhythm's on your tongue For you are a woman and each man has been too young But for me you were a lover, gently
society but I got all I need And that's just me The only way I know to be That's just me What you get is what you see Well they tell me I'm old fashioned
Nellie Kane She was living in a lonely cabin with a son by another man Five years she had waited for him As long as a woman can, as long as a woman
If the devil won't have me I wonder who will Singing Fie diddle-eye diddle-eye dye, diddle-eye diddle-eye day Well that goes to show you what a woman
, Mr. Ward's here to see you. [Tim Chandler]Hey MC! [mc chris]Tim, Tim Chand-MC Chris in the house. [Tim Chandler]Haha, yeah. [mc chris]Tim Chandler,
love for a liquor poor Tim was born To help him on with his work each day He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn' One morning Tim was rather full His
listen to, what you say bout me and them broads She never listen from the jump, though her head is hard If she tell me she gon leave me, so my heart ain
she brought in tea and cake Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch Biddy O'Brien began to cry Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see? Tim me, boy
(Walt Meskell, Tim Martin) Just another Texas bus stop Texas never seems to end On my seventh cup a' coffee Waitress, hit me once again Gotta date in
