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D Angelo She S Always In My Hair

my hair, my hair She's always in my hair She's always in my hair She's always in my hair, my hair She's always in my hair She's always in my hair She

us one day getting married, it?s a good thing that we never did You?ll always be too young to have kids That?s why she?s leaving Baby, good-bye Baby

of sight Who is she with that misty look Every night a different book With the scent of violets in her hair Who's this angel on my stairs A distant time

, Wo-oh . . . But there she was this morning getting fitted for her wings Leather boots magenta hair and saying nasty things I'd say she was an angel but it's stupid and it's

doing here? [Old Woman]: Evil it is, sir. The stink of evil from below! From her! She's the Devil's wife! Beware of her sir, She with no pity in her

climb It's too easy for me to trip you up (fighting) Hehehe, how's it feel, huh? It's no fair, I'm afraid my back is broken Hahaha, you still got a lot

then Tommy and then Dan By then Dad's hair was turning white And I had to be Mama's little man But it seemed that as Daddy's back grew weak My mother's

Oh oh oh oh oh ("Be patient, be patient") She used to sit me on her knee She used to comb my hair She used to tell me stories My Grandma took me everywhere

-eight, the poor man's machete Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then expected, wedged it behind my belt buckle knowing that it's evil