are a few of my favorite things When the dog bites, when the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don't feel
of my favorite things. When the dog bites, When the bee stings, When I'm feeling sad. I simply remember my favorite things, And then I don't feel
are a few of my favorite things When the dog bites When the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don't feel
thing bang bang make the music go bang! brilliant shinning & nasty bang bang make the music go bang! let me hear the guitar sound like a train bang bang let the music
a few of my favorite things When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things Like sliver white winters
one thing on my mind Music's got control And I'm never letting go, no no I just want to play my music Whoa (music) Got my six string on my back Don'
me my nigga The only one there that'll be my nigga And I'm gon' finally be free my nigga But you don't have to follow me my nigga Oh yeah it's still
I hear the sound of music Your favorite kind of music And that reminds me dear of you I see the summer roses Your favorite shade of roses And that reminds
la la la la la A lot of things have changed, but I?m mostly the same These are a few of my favorite things Still rolling cuz the sound of music And
the one thing on my mind Music's got control And I'm never letting go, no no I just want to play my music Whoa (music) Got my six string on my back
the cups, « C?mon » Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler?s poem My sound?s full-grown, reminds me of my favorite
Before you take me name, take my fame, Why you had to take my shame, take my flaws, take my blame Feel my dirt, conceal my hurt, See my bruise, and this
same, so im like *sigh* i wanna be an oncologist and diagnose tumors i got a pet parrot his name is Mr. Tuna, my favorite food is fish remember that for the future my
cups, "C'mon" Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler's poem My sound's full-grown, reminds me of my favorite
a sponge Took a plunge into my past to share with my son (Sweet memories) (Bringing back sweet memories) (Bringing back sweet memories) (Sweet memories) Like thoughts out the back of my
Oh my fault, hold up, wait, let me tell you who Ready Rock C, here's a brief description Of the things that he can do in his musical position Ready Rock
bunch of wild boys was hanging around At the local neighborhood saloon And some cat kept dropping quarters down in the jukebox Playing all the favorite
) [Chorus] We making music in the bedroom, music in the livingroom, music in the bathroom, when we makin love Music in the bedroom, music in the livingroom, music
