to dry land but still wound up sinkin' in quicksand I'm tryin' Lord, I just can't get right Paid my bills on Monday, even went to church on Sunday But
was raped by somebody white I'm black so I like to sing, dance and crack jokes Eat good food and be around black folks I'm black so I like the oldies on Sundays
Mr. Maker, he's got it made A beautiful wife and a baby on the way And his bills are already paid No need to skimp, no need to save But all around him
Yeah, yeah It's the easy, queasy, beautiful, beautiful Yeah, y'all know me It's the queen bee, queasy, breezy, beautiful Cover girl, a cover girl I want
the wilderness 'Til you found me And gave me something true Hey girl, you've lucked out All the other girls they can only stare That boy, he's so beautiful
my head connected Get me some protection Walk around and see who I wanna have sex with The usual a nice high yellow cutie Or maybe tonight, I might find a black beauty
comprehensive. Cupid shoots Faust at a big St. Patricks Day Easter Bunny festival in South Bend on Easter Sunday. Henry falls in love with Margaret, the poorest, nicest and most beautiful
Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood?" That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced Races Sundays in
Ol' catfish in the lake, we called him Big Jim When I was a kid, my only wish was to get my line in him Skipped church one Sunday rowed out and throw'
lived a couple blocks away from me As I walked through the subway Must have been about quarter past three In front of me stood a beautiful honey With a beautiful
somebody white (I'm Black!!!) So I like to sing, dance and crack jokes Eat good food and be around black folks (I'm Black!!!) So I like the oldies on Sundays
course endorsed while consciousness faded New generation?s believin? them fables Gangsta boogie on two turntables Show no love so it?s easy to hate it Desecrated while the coroner waited Any given Sunday
abercrumby Hormones hungry Like to get me down under like Crocodile Dundee Keepin' yo sex weapons from me I'm grungy not meanin I'm way freaky like zombie friday to sunday
be great together And we're gonna be great together We're gonna be beautiful together We're gonna be beautiful together We're gonna be beautiful together
lights down low You're cool in your faded blue jeans Just a fool in a tequila soaked dream But you ain't no saint And you know I ain't no beauty queen
For all this time I've been trying To grab the beauty of your laugh And I get no rest in this beauty quest Still your mystery makes off You clear up
save a bitch's soul From goin' down Satan's hot way She can, I know she can I know she can, she's my Sister Anne Such truth, such beauty, such purity
a beautiful sound moving through the crowd Voices lifted up on high for you It's a beautiful song, we've only just begun to understand Rediscovering you Oh, something so beautiful