I woke up from a dream today, I thought of you, Jay I looked at the clock, it read 2:22 I know that you are here with me like every day Still I miss you
How could you be so naive as to who I am? I was the one who sat by you and wiped your tears away I was so wrong, ever thinking you trusted me Now I'm
screw Don't know about you, but I'm true-i'm true [paul wall] Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down In south park on mlk, on sunday
It turns us all around You know you never do it You pour the concrete in And praise and then you poo it Well, wipe the surface clean You know you
, movin' weight from the inner city to the suburbs Paranoid of jail, pocket full of ya'll, just waitin' on another sale Sip your beer, wipe your tears
double-dutch While the DJ's spinning a tune as the old folks dance at your family reunion Then six o'clock rolls around You just finished wiping your
to interfere with your hemisphere Flee, it's a g recipe It get you hooked, havin fits off my shit [chorus] [king tee] They wanna wipe us out! I think
but its fly carter inducted to fly squader Ok simply im a motha fucka pimpin aint dead because im pimpin like a motha fucka Now where ya hoe at wipe
tell you Just hope youa??re heaven-sent, and youa??re hell-proof I-I walk up in the world and cut the lights off And confidence is the stain they cana??t wipe
The time on the clock on the wall in the bedroom Tells him it's time to leave Last glass of wine drowns the changes She wipes her eyes on her sleeve She
I been up since 8 o'clock Smokin' endless cigarettes And I'll be at the table As the bookies take their bets A shot of drink to steady nerves And I'll wipe
Oh, I could hide beneath the wings Of the bluebird as he sings The six o'clock alarm would never ring But it rings and I rise, wipe the sleep out of my
hard Little bird, little bird, little bird, where are they now? Day time TV lounge, a carriage clock, a mantle piece A family wiped up, J cloth cleaned
play with all my strings You're always a whispering Why you wanna watch me? Why you wanna wipe out? Why you wanna watch me? Why you wanna wipe out?
By dean friedman She's a working mom. from the time the alarm clock rings, Till the coffee's on, she can handle a million things. Their daddy's gone,
'm drownin' in my own self-pity So don't bother wiping my tears away 'Cause at the end of the rainbow it still rains Its still rainin on me The hand on the clock
summertime blues Eight o'clock in the morning, eight o'clock, it's a New York day Eight o'clock in the morning, babe Gonna wipe that dirt, shake that sweat Wipe
It's dry, it's dusty, the nights are long and cold Your life is like a desert, you're scared of growing old You can hear the clock ticking like a hammer