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the age of 13. Left her livin' in the days when Lilly was queen Lilly Pearl, did you ever name your baby?. Lilly Pearl, do you ever miss your child?. Lilly Pearl, his daddy run away and left you
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nеrves, it's just dick. Making me think 'bout someone new. You know I got so much to say. I try to hide it in my face. And it don't work, you see through. That I just want to get with you. Chorus Doja Cat
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, Lilly, stay!. He searched the city streets. He tempted her with treats. But nobody stopped to taste them. Some are in his pocket. Some are in a locket. He couldn't bring himself to waste them. Ever since
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, get back, honky cat. Better get back to the woods. Well, I quit those days and my redneck ways. And, oh, the change is gonna do me good You better get back, honky cat. Living in the city ain't where
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The cat's in the well the wolf is looking down. The cat's in the well the wolf is looking down. He got a big bushy tail dragging all over the ground. . The cat's in the well the gentle lady is
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dice with the devil, now it's much too late. Well don't you know you got a hell cat on your trail. Well don't you know you got a hell cat on your trail The sound that haunts you from the dark will dawn
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new watch kept tickin' There's a blown out safe in the city hall. Standin' open wide, up against the wall. And though Gyp the cat has got a lot of dough. Is the money his or plot or blunder?. Gyp
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get back honky cat. Better get back to the woods. Well I quit those days and my redneck ways. And oh the change is gonna do me good. . You better get back honky cat. Living in the city ain't where
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?. The days can be like the nights. In the summer, in the city. In the summer, in the city Cool town evening in the city. Dressed so fine and lookin' so pretty. Cool cat lookin for a kitty. Gonna look
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effect, ashy neck like a roley. Did it with yo chick. She ate the Cat Daddy load. Give her jungle fever, im lamar she khloeeeeee. Yea I'm cluckin' like a new born rooster. Take your chick in the mall, yea
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get back honky cat. Better get back to the woods. Well I quit those days and my redneck ways. And oh the change is gonna do me good. . You better get back honky cat. Living in the city ain't where
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frozen. "Eat it and come back for more!". Lady Window Shopper with a new one in the hopper. Whips up a chemical brew. Croaking to a neighbor while she polishes a saber. Knows how to flavor a stew. Never
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. There's a cat among the pigeons. there's a pain in her chest while the cat's among the pigeons there'll be no rest. Gasping for breath in the cold of the night patiently waiting for love at first sight
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cat calls. (No pun intended). But not even a muscle in her neck did twitch. As she sauntered up into the heart of the alley She knew what she wanted. She was lookin' for that stud bull, the he cat
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Cat's in the cupboard. You've got to set him free. Cat's in the cupboard. You've got to set him free. Cat's in the cupboard. You've got to set him free Rats on the high street. You've got to
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you know it's a pity. The days can't be like the nights. In the summer in the city. In the summer in the city. . Cool town, evening in the city. Dressed so fine and looking so pretty. Cool cat
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more?. We're so young, boy, we ain't got nothin' to lose, uh-oh. It's just principle. Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way we move, uh-oh. Post-Chorus Doja Cat. Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
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I'm going home to the town where I was born. Where little children laughed as they sang. A happy song in the little town of Ceylon, Ceylon City, Ceylon City. Ceylon City, Ceylon City I've got a
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Này bạn thân ơi. Số kiếp nhân sinh. Chỉ là cõi tàn trần gian. Dù anh và tôi. Ai sang giàu. Ai gian khó. Mai xa kiếp con người. Về với cát bụi mờ. Thì cũng đều đôi tay. trắng. Đời là phù du. Ta sống
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horses. And they glimmer clean in your eye. The bird of dawn is bringin' the simpleness of singin'. And the song lives in the sky The trees grow higher than the mountain. In the land of free love and
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ignite. It's like his shuffle got us thinking about dowing the down low so where we go?. We take the night cat stop for the cabrones show. And here's the point I stop reciting start to dance instead. I
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Lipstick killers of London Town. The street-beat cool of New York City. The cat walks in Gay Paree'. Struttin'through towns without pity. Nighstalkers/We are the streetwalkers. Just you and me/A menace
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midday sun, oh. Midday sun. The midday sun. Chill in the sun. Midday, oh, oh. Midday sun Good tides, gonna step outside. Take a walk, I'm gonna clear my mind. The radio, still playin' our song. You
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herself fixed up real good. Just a little boy lost in the land of the free. A wiggle and a walk away from her womanhood Now they call her the cat and that's a stone fact. They took a little of this, she
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. Makes you wish you weren't born. Every time he plays. With a square in the act. You can set music back to the caveman days. Everybody wants to be a cat. Because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's
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It's late December, the New Year's never coming. Time passes slowly in a two room walk up flat. The sun is silent, there's a cold rain gonna come on. No one to talk to but my lady's yellow cat
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Chorus Doja Cat. I've been feelin' freaky deaky, you're on your way to see me. Got the mirror on the ceiling, you're in the mood to please me. I've been feelin' freaky deaky (I've been feeling
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. I know the Angels will love it, come on. . City of Angels. City of Angel, ooh. City of Angels. City of Angels. . Hey yo' y'all, I let the beat talk, then I just fill in the words. It's
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wild side. Big cat stalking on the wild side. She cat walking on the wild side. She cat talking on the wild side. He's thinking how she's not so tough. Could be a diamond sitting in the rough. She's
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help it, I want you. Verse 1 Doja Cat. I can't stop and look the other way. 'Cause I know it could be, babe, and you never feel the same. You'd be thinkin' 'bout it every day. Don't believe in fairytales
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Song I Guess The Lord Must Be In New York City - Harry Nilsson. I'll say goodbye. To all my sorrow. And by tomorrow. I'll be on my way. I guess the Lord must be in New York City. I'm so tired. Of
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Song I Guess The Lord Must Be In New York City - Harry Nilsson. I'll say goodbye. To all my sorrow. And by tomorrow. I'll be on my way. I guess the Lord must be in New York City. I'm so tired. Of
