Little Italy's a secret Bleecker's further than I reckoned By the courthouse Near the stables On the corner someone beckoned! Go get 'em Cowboy You got 'em now, boy
boy Found out you're my Darling Girl Don't you know you changed my world You're my little doll, so sweet You nearly knock me off my feet You're my little
Mary was the first of three Long black hair and sugar sweet Daddy's eyes and Momma's crooked smile She was barely seventeen Got a job keepin' dishes
bleeding They always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls When I started this song I was still thirty-three The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus
out Jesus pieces The rock over Sean John fleeces You never love the money like we love it Pay the chick sucka and let her teeth touch it All out, bad boy
grill with steel, on Sundays I kneel I'm the man with the skill foreal On my knees to Jesus, please seize us 'cause my boy's in trouble, and he needs
, don't stop Oh cool and easy Oh no cool and easy To the sweet reggae music, oh yo Feels so nice, sweet reggae music Feels so nice, sweet reggae music
of their own death, they await his coming. Sweet Jesus have mercy on me. Sweet Jesus, they share his agony. Sweet Jesus, they share his misery. Fuck
and you'll find that what they say is not the same as what's on their minds [Haylie:] Aren't you a cute little boy [Haylie's Thoughts:] look at that
just dreaming of the time when I can go home I'm just dreaming of the time when I can go home Say a little prayer now, second one today Oh, sweet Jesus
of the carnie dog-faced boy escapist. Living large, watching Springer, smoking beedies wrapped in bacon. At night his get busy disease leakage peaketh. Merk the he say/she say, BK Jesus
momma someday in the sweet by and by I'll go to church again with momma up there in the chapel in the skies You know when I was just a little boy my
betta grab a seat Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite Young
yourselves) So listen very closely, and you'll find That what they say is not the same as what's on their minds Aren't you a cute little boy? (Look at
how to hide secret stuff, wrapped up in the middle of those severe terminal buns we wear! little transmitters, harry! little receivers! oh...don't pretend
The autumn leaves have got you thinking about the first time that you fell You didn't love the boy too much, no, no you just loved the boy to
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- St. Teresa Sit down on the corner, just a little climb When I make my money
a cute surfer boy somewhere out there That'd be nice Crazy man's preachin' in the street in the mornin' Sayin' white man's corrupted the world and Jesus