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Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye, I could see it. And he stuttered sometimes. And he needed a girl friend night times. Didn't know how to go about it. Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson. . All
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Wilson. Chorus. Hey girl, How you doin'. My name is Charile, last name Wilson. I was wonderin' if I could take you out. Show you a good time, invite you to my house. Here is my number, girl you can
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Time 258 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap. Producer brian wilson/russ titelman. Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios. Brian wilson/eugene landy I
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Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye, I could see it. And he stuttered sometimes. And he needed a girl friend night times. Didn't know how to go about it. Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson. . All
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I believe you Mr. Wilson. I believe the things you say. And I'm always thinking of you. When I hear your music play And you know it's true. That Wales is not like California in any way. And
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0009. 490All the time. 0010. 630My baby you on my mind. 0013. 150And I don't know why. 0015. 540Yeah but the feeling is fine. 0019. 80Can't you see. 0020. 730Yo' honey you are for me oh. 0024. 120It w
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wouldn't care. We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives, ride round pickin' up clues. We'll name our children Jackie and Wilson, 'raise em on rhythm and blues Lord it'd be great to find a place we could escape
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Lainey Wilson. I hit rock and dropped the shovel. Clawed my way out past the rubble. Do my best, stay outta trouble, heaven knows. Sometimes, the picture, it ain't perfect. But there's learnin' in the
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Time 246 brother publishing co. bmi. Brian wilson I'm a cork on the ocean. Floating over the raging sea. How deep is the ocean?. How deep is the ocean?. I lost my way. Hey hey hey I'm a rock
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Song When October Goes - Nancy Wilson. And when October goes. The snow begins to fly. Above the smokey roofs. I watch the planes go by. . The children running home. Beneath a twilight sky. Oh
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Song Our America - Big, Rich, Cowboy Troy, Gretchen Wilson. We, the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect Union. I have a dream, a dream that one day. We hold these truths to
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(Ann Wilson). . I come down from Ft. Lewis. First time pfc. And kicking in these doorways. Ain't natural to me. . But now I got my orders. That evil lives inside. Hate the sin and kill the
