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One boy, two little girls. Three hearts yearning for love. Although it's hard to explain. I know it may sound insane. But this one boy loves two little girls Folks say, three is a crowd. To each
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han beon. I’m not looking for just fun. Maybe I could be the one. Oh baby. Euiminhadae na lately. Neo eopshineun maeil maeili yeah. Jaemieopseo eojjeoji. I just want you. Call my phone right now. I just
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I saw three ships come sailin' in. On Christmas day, on Christmas day. I saw three ships come sailin' in. On Christmas day in the mornin' And what was in those ships all three. On Christmas day
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golden boy, come here to enjoy. I’m the king of fun, let me show you how we do it. I’m a golden boy, come here to enjoy. And before I leave, let me show you Tel Aviv. Hold me tight, we’re not going home
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Pretty Boy. I lie awake at night. See things in black and white. I only got you inside my mind. You know you have made me blind. Verse 2. I lie awake and pray. That you will look my way. I have all
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, in just one trip When the sun comes back, I need a big boy hottie Makes his own heat with his big boy body For the next three months, skinny boys is dead Forget a sick pack, I need the whole damn keg A
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you, it's starting to get in the way Let's have some fun while we're still young. Turn up the sound till your feet leave the ground. Let's drive the car till we've gone too far. Then we'll pick up
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just as fast as she can now And she'll have fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy takes the T-bird away Well the girls can't stand her. 'Cause she walks, looks and drives like an ace now. She makes the Indy 500
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just as fast as she can now And she'll have fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy takes the T-bird away Well the girls can't stand her. 'Cause she walks, looks and drives like an ace now. She makes the Indy 500
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tan. At the end of the day,. When your work is done,. You ain't got nothin' but fun. Country boy, ain't got no ills. Country boy, don't owe no bills. Country boy, ain't got no ills. Country boy, don't
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tan. At the end of the day,. When your work is done,. You ain't got nothin' but fun. Country boy, ain't got no ills. Country boy, don't owe no bills. Country boy, ain't got no ills. Country boy, don't
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tan. At the end of the day,. When your work is done,. You ain't got nothin' but fun. Country boy, ain't got no ills. Country boy, don't owe no bills. Country boy, ain't got no ills. Country boy, don't
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Climb up on my knee, Sonny Boy. You are only three, Sonny Boy You've no way of knowing. I've no way of showing. What you mean to me, Sonny Boy When there are gray skies. I don't mind those gray
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, when your work is done. You ain't got nothin' but fun. . Country boy, you got a shaggy dog. Country boy, up a hollow log. Well, he comes in a run, when you pick up your gun. And with a shell or two
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, when your work is done. You ain't got nothin' but fun. . Country boy, you got a shaggy dog. Country boy, up a hollow log. Well, he comes in a run, when you pick up your gun. And with a shell or two
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, when your work is done. You ain't got nothin' but fun. . Country boy, you got a shaggy dog. Country boy, up a hollow log. Well, he comes in a run, when you pick up your gun. And with a shell or two
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alone, but you can kiss his comb. Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair. Disco boy! Shake it more than three times and you're. playing with @!#%! while you're standing there. Disco boy, do the
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Three Little Fishies (Itty Bitty Poo). Kay Kyser (#1 in 1939). - words and music by Saxie Dowell. . Down in the meadow in a little bitty pool. Swam three little fishies and a mama fishie too
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Big boys Just one trick Till the sun comes back, I need a big boy hottie Makes his own heat with his big boy body For the next three months, skinny boys is dead Forget a six pack, I need the whole
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Song Crank That (Soulja Boy) - Soulja Boy Tell 'Em. Soulja boy I tell 'em. Hey I got a new dance fo you all called the soulja boy. You gotta punch then crank back three times from left to right
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give it a try I'm a lookin'. I'm a lookin'. For a big time bookin' with you. So come on baby. Let's go howlin' at the honky-tonk moon I'm a rambunctious boy. Rambunctious boy. Oh my I'm a restless
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sixty three No, I won't be your whipping boy. I won't be your whipping boy. Break me like a little toy, run me till my feet are sore. But I won't be your whipping boy It's this illegal kind of loving
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Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah You had the sweetest boy in the world. Without a doubt you were the envy of every girl. You're the kind that's never satisfied. You want every boy to pass you by
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any minute he'll call. And tell you, baby, I'll be there shortly. You just hold on, I'm coming Comes in three days later, yeah. I know you know what I'm talking about. You see, it ain't no fun to
