Album by Blow
Number of Lyrics in Album : 7
By Blow, tell me at least six things you may or may
By Blow, She buried herself in the air Where? Up there. She scurried up
By Blow, I brought you back some chocolates But they weren't made of
By Blow, I spoke to all my molecules and They were divided On if
By Blow, Moon, moon Someone said that you're a Piece of paper A piece of
By Blow, So uh You've got creamy kinda eyes Pantry lips and party thighs Let's
By Blow, Dear Mom, Here I am in San Diego This is what it's