, harry! not you! we don't need you and your kind, because our kind is the best kind! Man-kind is shit, harry! our kind will get rid of your kind, just
the axe Piano man got a checkered dance floor to grace And a painful look on his face 'Cause the crowd is packed and the louder they clap The less he is
strings are broke and the bow is gone And the cover's buttoned down But sometimes on December nights When the air is cold and the wind is right There
town The strings are broke and the bow is gone and the cover's buttoned down But sometimes on December nights When the air is cold and the wind is right
it up let me see I ain't from Houston hoe, but I'm still a pimp, see? All I drink is Hennessey, all I smoke is stickery Hoes wanna get with me, but
is on the shelf Put the trophy in the spotlight, watch as it melts with love Love the lie Love the lie Love the lie Love the lie Love the lie Love the
want me to tell you? (JOE is out of his depth now; all he can do is bluster.) JOE Norma, what I'm trying to say is that I'm the wrong guy for you; you
six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos to getting dough like tony soprano [noreaga] Yo my niggas is
And bleeds and dies for you And lies and is to blame And is ashamed And is not the same And is true, is true Is true, is true and lies [Incomprehensible] Is
s all mind The whole three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine in the pocket Burstin' in the air are rockets creatin' lots of Lyte, get it? How many different ways can I say it? Piano
Yeah, I mean, you know (can you turn on the air conditioning, please?) Can you turn on the air conditioner, please? It's fuckin' hot! Turn on the air
due I fell in love just once and then it had to be with you Everything happens to me The verse to this tune is almost never sung..and quite pretty. Here it is
me oh my I love the things that my ears can do Oh me oh my I love the things that my ears can do There is treasure in the air if you listen I you don
pieces of this broken man When it's all over the air is so still I'm left all by myself and this chill that I feel When I look in your eyes love's not
Is it going, is it going, is it going, is it going? I don't know what you're looking for I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye, eye I
[Timbaland] Is it going? Is it going? Is it going? Is it going? I don't know.. what you're lookin' for Oh yea boss Come on [Nelly Furtado] I'm the type