I know what I said was heat of the moment But there's a little truth in Between the words we've spoken It's a little late now to fix the heart that's
like your bother, I like your mother I like you and you like me too We?ll get a preacher, I?ll buy a ring We?ll hire a band with an accordion, violin
bleed and die quickly Here I turn my back, here's the knife for you to stick in me What you do for me? Stab me in the back, preney Over little shit you
singing any more. So play violin, play Play 'til the night is over Music will wash away all your sorrow. A moment later, life was just a dream Remembering the things
(Malaysian screams) Hubba Bubba Skayeahhhhhhhhh (Retarted and Genetic diseased violins) I just want that coochie gimme that gushy i just want that coochie
she tells you so Dance laugh wine dine and talk and sing But those cannot replace what is the real thing It's a lot like playing the violin You cannot
dark eyes that melted my soul down To a place where it longs to be? All of your history has little to do with your face You're mainly a mystery with violins
her sister's hair on fire, And as the smoke and flame rose high'r, Danced around the funeral pyre, Playin' a violin, -olin, Playin' a violin. She weighted
LAUGHING AT PICTURE UNTIL MISS BRIGGS WALKS IN THE ROOM. MISS BRIGGS: SHE IS RIGHT OUTSIDE. PRINCIPAL FRANKLIN: YES, GOOD. LET?S HAVE A LITTLE TALK WITH
few more nights together Say the things we used to say If we're not back in love by Monday We can go our separate ways We could find that little cafe
into overdrive Or it don't mean a doggone thing So let me rosin' up my bow and I think that I can show you The way I like to play this thing Let's put
into overdrive Or it don't mean a doggone thing So let me rosin up my bow and I think that I can show you The way I like to play this thing Let's put
can burn my body black Just don't make me go back to Jackson Square I met you on Decatur Street With your little bare feet and your violin I was walking
gotta phone home Girl I see you in the club but your eyes full of pain Your man a wifebeater, find a new man And for my little sisters in the misery
a certain rhythmic regularity The crazy things your mind gets up to when you're away Throwing clouds of rain over brightest day And there was once a little
Confutatis maledictis, Flammis acribus addictis. When the sun is flustered And the moon is free The great little master Write a bitter melody The notes
