I rode my bicycle past your window last night
(Noises that a beetle likes to hear)
I had a little
I was bored,
I would not compromise,
Wanted more, so I looked
Why sleep, when the day is being called up by
Never been to Cleveland when the sun was shining
Even when
Little boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops
I was up early one morning
When I lived alone in
I was just thinking 'bout the way it's s'posed to
I'm so blue
What happened to me
Shouldn't happen to the worst
Lay down lay down lay it all down
Let your white
Some folks take their pleasure slow
Others like it fast
And some
I was a loving baby girl
Mommy, daddy, had I none
Be
Momma momma, I fear you reared me wrong,
Momma momma, I
Isn't it grand
I picked up a pebble on the sand
It
Come gather round me children
There's a story I will tell
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