big breasts And big eyes and a big ass to match Jean wasn't fat, she was easy to catch Then came Molly your hood from Hollywood High So fly she was
Battery Dolly Well a style and a mix up On a Tuesday or a Thursday she a Battery Dolly (Hey!) Some gal dem a Battery Doll Well every man whey fly
family inna sorrow (Wha gwaan, Wha gwaan) Don't take man fi fool Else yuh a gon find yuh In ya own-a blood pool Wicked man dey ya Anna me run di school
to get your car snatched Don't get your life took along with that, fall back This is a strong arm, make sure you remain calm Me and your Anna about to
and be gone from me Soft and sweet, let me hold it close and keep it here with me And one day we will die and our ashes will fly From the aeroplane
Paul Thorn, Billy Maddox, Anna Lisa Graham On a black and white TV, in a dark saloon I was watching Neil Armstrong walking on the moon And later on I
nah try Make dem skins cry Marrow affi fly Splash it out inna di sky [Sean Paul] From di dutty know dem, dem a totta Man a shotta Anna got a lot a power
of cherries but don't forget there are pits No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
nigh Any man that would fight to the death crossed over But him that would live, better fly And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine Hey Santa Anna
call your name Nothing's changed, all's the same Home, Come home Home, Kitty come home (x2) All of God's good angels need a place to fly come be our
tonight. I've been in love like you. I know how it feels to have wings on your heels, And to fly down the street in a trance. You fly down a street
A man must be like honey bee And gather all he can. To fly from blossom to blossom A honey bee must be free, But blossom must not ever fly From bee
One, two, three and? [ANNA] On a bright cloud of music shall we fly? [KING] One, two, three and? [ANNA] Shall we dance? [KING] One, two, three and? [ANNA
other tonight I've been in love like you I know how it feels to have wings on your heels And to fly down the street in a trance You fly down a street
man must be like honey bee And gather all he can. To fly from blossom to blossom A honey bee must be free, But blossom must not ever fly From bee
Quanto sei buffo quando mi guardi sei cosi buffo quando non dici come sei dolce quando mi parli nella tua bocca siamo felici Quanto sei buffa nei tuoi
just letting go Cause it would take an acrobat, I already tried all that I'm gonna let him fly I'm gonna let him fly I'm gonna let him fly