You were my favorite, my favorite
We'd shed our Dungarees, do
Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose
Let me love you
Had a dream I was buried in ice
Doesn't that sound
Well a cold wind did come up and blew my
Would you love me
If I told you I was born
My car goes
Chicago
Every weekend to pick up some cargo
I think
Winter passed without a glaze, took our only boy at
O my love is light as a dove
Her skin is
Katie dear make me a road map
That leads to old
Little Ann's in the kitchen in her modern gown
With the
It's almost definite
I'm really on my way to hell
Get down
Show me mercy
Show me mercy, Mary girl
Bury this here gun
You're shaving your legs in my bathroom
So you can wear
Anna Bell, the dying leaves
Are dancing off of the trees.
They
The exhaust from the prison van is going to heaven,
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