Don't give up on us, baby
Don't make the wrong seem
They say that love is a gave of give and
Tired of drifting, searching, shifting through town to town
Every time
All I want is black bean soup
And you to make
The one and only night you don't need to go
Turn off the music
Turn up the light
Go put your shoes
Horray, hooray...
Well it's the land of the "Rolls" and the
It brings a cold shiver inside
Each time I see you
Yonder come my landlord collecting his rent
With his greedy yellow
Mr Jimmy makes a drink with thirty-four different liquors
He pours
They say maybe dreams are only movies of the mind
Still
There have been times
When it's been rainin'
When Lord I swear
I've
Whenever you find a man
Who loves every woman he sees
There's
What song to sing my tomorrow child
Still so small and
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