I need your love Like a drifter needs a room Hawkmoon I need your love I need your love Like a rhythm unbroken Like drums in the night Like sweet soul music
Or the lower road You might clinch your fist You might fork your tongue As you curse or praise All the things you've done And the faders move And the music
music play sounding like an orchestra Like an orchestra Ohh I just want lay you down just right and make this song complete Get you wrapped up in my lyric sheet
this, and ringtone that Try to label southern dance music ringtone rap They capping on the cool but ain't a damn thing funny They ain't hatin on the music
the music play Sounding like an orchestra, like an orchestra, oh I wanna lay you down just right and make this song complete Get you wrapped up in my lyric sheet
the lower road You might clinch your fist You might fork your tongue As you curse or praise All the things you've done And the faders move And the music
T-shirts Research your Oz hip-hop, before you step to us And if you step, hands around your throat like a necklace Missed the drum, young ladies gimme
specific Sexy girls, Panamanian girls, Jamaican girls, African girls, Hispanic girls, Australian girls Indian girls, Asian girls, Europe girls, Feel this guurrll Let me show you how the music
He walks the streets alone , his day's complete Another showdown between the sheets When he remembers the first time score The scene was nasty and his
giving you the thumbs up the next They telling 9th to go on switch his drums up the best Is what they expect, but why they won't let the music Just be
I need your love Like a drifter needs a room Hawk moon I need your love I need your love Like a rhythm unbroken Like drums in the night Like sweet soul music
) Ian underwood (alto saxophone) Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone) Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone) Jimmy carl black (drums) Arthur tripp (drums)
giving you the thumbs up the next They telling 9^th to go on switch his drums up the best Is what they expect, but why they won't let the music Just be
his picture, it was taken before the war, He's singin' from a sheet music score, .."..C'mon along, C'mon along, hear the marchin' of the drum" Out in
He walks the streets alone - His day's complete - Another showdown - Between the sheets - When he remembers - The first time score - The scene was nasty
