Tudu, tudu, tu du du tu Tudu, tudu, tu du du tu Yes, I want your token of honor, babe Tudu, tudu, tu du du tu I like to make us both feel the same way
Did you read what I wrote? Oh, did you read what I wrote? Or did you just sit back to tear it up And prove I was wrong? And did you smile when you read
You, you don't feel like mine anymore This night I wrestle with pride on the floor That's 'cause you don't look back like I look back That's 'cause you
Building a bridge across where we live There are roots in my ground and I stretch across town I couldn't care less if I live in my head I've shed all
I talk to no one Oh, you're invisible And with this venomous tongue, yeah None of it's true And I can taste it You see it's in the heavens And merciful
I hope you stay in charge of your mouth I hope you stay in charge of it When nothing's fluid you drink yourself through it Outside you draw, draw yourself
Ten English pounds And these hot pavement fields As though I'm moving to the end Am I moving to the end of your loving? How, how did I do this? Me, I
No one wastes time quite like I do I can waste time like nobody else You can go running back to your friends You can go running back to your friends
Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Verse 3: You wanna eat Duke
there a paradise place? Yo, we can't get involved in what the next man is doing Material gain we put too much in persuing "Yo duke, I need this dough
so you could never be a martyr Life is hard, death is harderyou somebody baby father Someone's lover, son of your mother, somebody brother Somebody nigga, now your spirit
Since life is sweet here We got the beat here naturally Even the strugeon an? the ray They get the urge an? start to play We got the spirit You got
Since life is sweet here We got the beat here naturally Even the strugeon and the ray They get the urge and start to play We got the spirit You got
Since life is sweet here We got the beat here naturally Even the strugeon an' the ray They get the urge an' start to play We got the spirit You got
sea Since life is sweet here We got the beat here Naturally Even the sturgeon and the ray They get the urge and start to play We got the spirit, you
morning One little man to one mighty sun Try to break away from yourself Throw your broken bones in a heap All the blood and guts are exposed Your spirit
of Presleyterian The Divine UK. Larry Love (Robert Spragg) vocals Band: Mountain of Love (Piers Marsh) harmonica & vocal Sir Real Congaman (Simon Edwards) percussion & acoustic gtr. The Spirit
Baroness de Thenard wish to pay their respects to the groom! THENARDIER I forget where we met Was it not at the Chateau Lafarge Where the Duke did
