Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Lyrics: Ay girl yeah you da business, so what da business Don't be shy, I'm just talkin to you girl Aye ma yo where your man at, I know you got that cause
Why boasteth thyself Oh, evil men Playing smart And not being clever? I said, you're working iniquity To achieve vanity (if a-so a-so) But the goodness
1+1+1=3 1+1=2 1+3=4 1, 4, 1, 4, 1 1+1+1=3 3+1=4= B.E.P b**** Chorus: Love, love It's a simple little melody It's a simple little melody To me This is
Breathe just a little bit harder Make love a little bit sweeter Heartbeat a little bit faster I'm up for this, I could get used to this boy I don't really
Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make
When I watch you walk with him Tears fill my eyes And when I heard you talk with him I couldn't stand his lies And now before he tries it I hope you realize
Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on your troubles Will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you? Tell your mama and your papa I'm a little schoolboy too Come on now pretty baby, I just can'
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Wake up little Susie, wake up, wake up little Susie, wake up The movie wasn't so hot, it didn't have much of a plot We fell asleep, out goose is cooked
C'mon, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah Uh, oh (Uh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh, oh (Uh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh, oh (Uh, oh, oh, oh) Oh, oh The parties where you're at then
See no evil, fear no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil If you don't bring that shit around you You ain't got nuttin' to worry about Yeah, knah-sayin'?
Hey yiah yiah Yiah yea yea Hey yiah An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's
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Now when you're feelin' low And the fish won't bite You need a little bit o' soul To put you right You gotta make like you Wanna kneel and pray And then
Mama, where's Your little daughter? She's here, right here On the altar You should never Have opened that door Now you're never Gonna see her no more
Can't sleep at night, I toss and turn Listenin' for the telephone But when I get your call, I'm all choked up Can't believe you called my home And as