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Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes. Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues. And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair. Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes My mind was
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tiButtons. arThe Pussycat Dolls. al. Buttons. I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh). But you keep fronting (Uh). Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh). But I ain't seen nothing (Uh
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I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh). But you keep fronting (Uh). Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh). But I ain't seen nothing (Uh). I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh
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I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh). But you keep frontin' (Uh). Sayin' what you gon' do to me (Uh huh). But I ain't seen nothin' (Uh). . I'm tellin' you to loosen up my
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I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons babe (Uh huh). But you keep frontin' (Uh). Sayin' what you gon' do to me (Uh huh). But I ain't seen nothin' (Uh). . I'm tellin' you to loosen up my
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Buttons on My Clothes I've been drinking all through summer. I guess I've had a laugh. I've had every kind of fun I could have had Looking at my crowd tonight. There's a sober kind of sparkle in
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June to a crowded room. No one was shocked. Ed, Ed had the hair, the blues and shoes. Got me arrested once "Will I ever get this song off my lips?". Is what you said. We were at each other's buttons
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Bài hát High Voltage (Hybrid Theory EP) - Linkin Park. You know what I mean. You could put a label on a life,. Put a label on a lifestyle. Sometimes. You know. Put a label on how you wake up every
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Song The 4 "F" Blues - Johnny Paycheck. Here it comes now!. I believe it in end for women & me. That’s currently going on. The way you do a lot of petting. Fooling & forgetting and you just keep
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Yeah, one, two, one, two, it's Big M E F. The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab, yo. On my way the w***spot, what's good?. What's hood? Staten Island Advance. Big up to my man Magic down in
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You got me pushing imaginary buttons. Step away from me lover, away from me lover. You got me counting imaginary school children. Get away from me lover, away from me lover. Yes I can see that
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Song George Alley's F. F. V. - Flatt, Scruggs. Along came the F. F. V. the swiftest on the line. A-roaring down the C & O road just twenty minutes behind. A-roaring into Seville, getting orders on
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. I can't beat this feeling. Let's get it on. . 'Coz we're flying higher than the mountains. Higher than I have ever been. You've got me feeling like a hero. F***in' on heroin. . Everyone tells
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, what you call. What you, what you, what you call. Yes, this is how we do it our love f(x)! Yeah! Yeah!. Yeah, this is how we do it pure love f(x)! Yeah! Yeah!. Yeah, this is how we do it baby, love f(x
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The coal, the coal light, the callous, the caress. The comb, the calm, the color, the cortex. The code, the codeine, the comma, the context. The collector, the green, the fine, the fall. The finan
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