through the cold. CHORUS Night falls hard in a faraway place When you never knew the name and you can't recall the face Your timing's off, you're tired
just like Rupaul lookin' girl, Body like a midget, ol small lookin' girl, Fred's white women lookin' girl, Crack lookin' girl, One eye lookin' girl, It's
air The energy source that's best, of course, is thermal underwear. Paul Newman wears it all the time and Redford he does, too Barbra Streisand swears that it's
would rage Without reason CHORUS: There's a man I hardly remember Who would hold me in his arms without flinching And tell me it's all right I put my
world He's kind of awkward, he's kind of fragile Kind of graceful, kind of tough He's kind of slow, he's kind of clever He's just Leslie and that's enough
Words and Music by Fred Small Copyright 1994 Pine Barrens Music (BMI) Awake arise all you who slumber Daylight is driving the stars from the sky Every
you got no Soul [Infamous Mr. Savage:] Yo, who be that I'll nigga creepin' through Palermo You guessed and he's back and he's packin' a fuckin' inferno
