to cry There's just no getting over you No girl who's in my little red book Just ever could replace your love And each girl in my little red book Knows
In case you get to thinkin' that you'd been took You're more than a number written in my little red book You're more than a number in my little red book
I just got out my little red book The minute that you said goodbye I thumbed in through my little red book I wasn't gonna sit and cry And I went from
A boy sits and talks to a little red book Alone in his chair in a little grey house His thoughts and his dreams Some truths some his faiths To talk back
some good things too But I confess my soul will never rest until you, until you've built Until you build a box for my gal too, my gal too, my gal too
I gave you this little shiny red hat?] [Anything Muppet #2: Yeah, Santa Claus.] [Bob: No, not Santa Claus.] [Anything Muppet #2: Little Red Riding
it's a book of blank maps That we're using to get us there To the hilltops my daughter, my son The rescue's too little to cover the slums Cross the
they fell Nothing can my peace destroy As long as none smile More opened ears and opened eyes And soon they dared to laugh See a little man with his face turning red
red my love) A long long time ago on graduation day You handed me your book I signed this way Roses are red my love violets are blue Sugar is sweet my
up to the table, looked into my eyes Then she turned around and shook her behind So I said to myself, it's time for me to release My vicious rhyme I call my
I like my pussy a little wetter, my drinks a little colder My girls a little older with her hair past her shoulders Like my weed a little stronger, my
some ugly shit, ET whatever bandana on Dolce book bag, Louie rag, hanging on the right side Red lightning on my head, I'm looking on the bright side Listen to my
a?? Darkman Whether Jordan 13s or Jordan D-wades With every new pair my old pair feel played New Carmelloa??s, new Chris Paula??s Little do they know I love
' Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all history Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely Never fails it's always something No rest, daily gotta rock my
? My sweet little religion My sweet little religion, you mean everything to me My sweet little religion My sweet little religion, how does it feel? My sweet little religion My sweet little
show you a picture in my cellphone ita??s of my dad and aint I seen him since he left home but I aint mad ita??s just my mom she feels all alone and
twist in my sobriety More than twist in my sobriety Look my eyes are just holograms Look your love has drawn red from my hands From my hands you know
was her middle name And now her mother's wondering If I could see my wrinkled face Paint her lovely toenails red Writing all my problems in a secret little book