hold You can't measure the cost of a woman lost You can't measure the cost of a woman lost You can't measure the cost of a woman lost You can't measure
loving arms around me and You don't know the cost of the oil Oh, you don't know the cost of my praise You don't know the cost of the oil In my alabaster
indication for almost Sometimes you hold it until you face to magnify how close you came in life to something That you measure up to I know that pain
my hair You weren't there-the night He found me You did not feel what I felt When He wrapped His loving arms around me And you don't know the cost Of
Break down ya character flaws, to the masses Burn ya to ashes, and suck you wit acid [Chorus x4] [Frukwan] Yo, I can't be denied, gots to try Many will
you've got a gift to be given? cut it out cut your loss, you don't dream you fantasize and this is how we measure the cost of enjoying the pain of 21
The indication for almost Sometimes you hold it until you face to magnify how close you came in life to something That you measure up to I know that pain
that you've got a gift to be given? cut it out cut your loss, you don't dream you fantasize and this is how we measure the cost of enjoying the pain of
