) [chorus] So put your hands up Hands up You know you can't stop Can't stop So put your hands up Hands up Wooh ooh ooh So put your hands up Hands up
late in september memories I can't erase the shiver through autumn the memory of your face 'cause I grew much older I wonder whatever I could have done
Wake up Maggie I think I've got something to say toyou It's late September And I really should be back at school I know I keep you amused But I feel I
It's pretty cold for late September The autumn wind is creeping in The summer sun packed up it's long gone There's a whole lot of leaving going on, yeah
Partridges, pardon him for the mix-up Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up It's a stick up [Dave] Now put your blix up, these Riddick
the skies Came without a warning. Murder in the skies Black September morning. Murder in the skies Came without a warning. Murder in the skies Black September
time stood still - 'Cause I couln't believe this was real Chorus So put your hands up in the sky C'mon and celebrate our love tonight Yea put your hands up
kefor YME for young money ent run dummy funna bang it you want beef then my money will arrange it i am not fuckin funna aim it but that nina ross show up
up Shanobie, Susie What up, Salamalakem, Uh Yeah What up Chi town what up west side what up every where else in the world President Carter What up man
Rolling up on niggas barrel out the window asking you Nas peeps I can't had that two four five nigga grad that Pass it to me suck up for love niggas I
, asian they read Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens Spit at judges, stepped on peasants But in reality, I just entered your galaxy September '73, up
open up (end will open up) And try to pull up us in But we'll (we'll) get through this Get through this So why don't you Let go of my hand Is
the clouds pass Hands held in silence Your arms right around me Feeling glad you found me Feeling like I'm home Wish you would remember April to september
(feat. Larrikin Love) On September 3rd 2003 I was softly touched by a warm summer breeze With bluetits flocking, and swerving, my accuracy well it's
(Rod Stewart / Martin Quittenton) Wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you It's late September and I really should be back at school I know
