you do Right there (uh huh) right there (uh) You touch me like you care Now stop And let me repay you for the week that you've been through Workin' that nine to five
right there un huh right there uh you touch me like ya care now stop and let me repay you for the week that you been through working that nine to five
do... right there (uh huh) Right there, uh, ya touch me like you care Now stop and let me repay you for the week that you've been through Working that nine to five
just hold my hand say that they made you but you brought your own leash tell me no more no say i'm the last one outside by the drift you read my will
jets * See, we live a luxury life Dom P., pearl white Harvey Davis bike Mansion on sight Do the five mikes Take the five mikes * five mikes. Five star
there paper plates They drove or flown in here from 15 different states Stanley Wilson said that sixty years ago he knew That miss sama tucker was the one Now five
And I hold you here in my heart As things fall apart A downtown window flushed with light Faces of the dead at five (faces of the dead at five) A martyr
to her chest listening to the ghost in her bones In the kitchen, Raney slipped his hand between the pipes From a brown bag pulled five hundred dollar
five fifty five five fifty five a cinq heures cinquante-cinq ante meridiem too late to end it now too early to start again five fifty five five fifty
know I'd die for that moment You're just a poor girl Afraid of this cruel world Taken away from it all It's been five years to the day and My tainted
With each breath you become more relaxed. Imagine a brilliant white light above you, focusing on this light as it flows through your body. Allow yourself to drift
the company of people I relate wit', But if it comes down to it, to deal with cat's that I despise, I just close my eyes and drift away to Eighty-Five
his hard-edged eye and his steady hand He paints the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines And he hangs a moon above a five-piece band He hangs it up
I'm still here under the moon [2x] [Violent J] I was just a child but you seemed like so much more The way you would approach me and drift across the
Back about eighteen and twenty-five I left Tennessee very much alive I never would've made it through the Arkansas mud If I hadn't been riding on the
day of a P-T-B Come on, come on [Chorus x2] Saint Dog putting it down for suburban pride [(Verse) Saint Dog:] I was living my life on a nine to five
long gettin paid way beyond yey You pussy niggas gay in some neon shades So what the fuck I care about for what a peon say But anytime any place fo five
