Reservations for the VIP lounge in Menteri
spend some time wiff my gal
she asked me how I was doing
I answered her very well
packed my rags and went to her house
her Father invited me in to chit chat for a while
My Honey came out to me wiff her
bag in hand
kissed me it was cheeky
I reached out for her hand
Her parents asked were we were going
I said I had tickets for the show" the Shiney Hinny"
And we got a room at the New Cast Hotel in Menteri
We gonna drink
we gonna smoke
we "F"ing thought I let you know
My gal
I'm her man
You aint gotta like it
Can I call you Dad
She was like grinny and smiling
I said Babe fetch me ah soda or juice
Grone mens is talking
stop being rude
She smiled and she said
Well it's time that we should go
Kissed her Mommy and Daddy
we walked right out the door
she forgot her flute and checked to see
if I had mine
she went back in to get it
I said Darling take your time
2 minute elasped and there she was again
closing the door she said to me
This were our best days began
keepme happy
jam that bassey bass
I turned on the radio
ah smile came across her face
Colorful the garb
a perfection
of lovelyness
a bite at resto verso
find a place to dance
ooh you
got me going
aint shame to say
keep on with
the way you're going
Woman you know
how to
get your way
full respect to your
situation
I have something to say
I wanna be
with you tonight
I gotta and need to
make it right
got me feeling a way for you
tryna keep it
honest tween me
and you
L'Alpage Fendant
a wine they drank in Grone
in the canion of Valais
"We were on tour in Europe
we went out on night
and " El Whorio el Brazilia"
meet my date and took him
from me. I was her understudy
at work, and this Scram took
wind of us and rootia Married with him.
the Oboist and and the flutist
had to pull apart> Txomin and Dynomoss
sent Whoretense back to
Godbout where she
lived: I got
the job and the man!"
By
Lambada Pagode
the UnderStudy
One way or another
We play life's double down game
Love's dime to ensure childhood investment
On the way up
While age creeps
Creases the feathers in your sleep
A resilient waking to turning wheels and open skies
Out from the throne
Your desires thread my ascent
To sit and speak alone is a robber's grone
I know all the money drained and went
No fear gathers, lives just rinse
Fingers through the dirt searching
But the scales of life have no shape
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