sweet, Just a quarter of you, Would be better than this empty record, Maybe it's true, You could be as good as barley sugar, No one knows, what
could be sweet, Just a quarter of you, Would be better than this empty wrapper, Maybe it's true, You could be as good as barley sugar, No one knows
right down to it There's no one here that's left to blame Blame it on me, you can blame it on me We're just sugar mice in the rain I heard Sinatra calling
right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame Blame it on me, you can blame it on me We're just sugar mice in the rain I heard Sinatra callin
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with
a gold Rolex and put a diamond on your hand The Itsy-Bitsy Spider was a whoridah Said he met the judge's daughter and went up inside her House, there's a Mouse
my head hurt Spots on the carpet, Station wagon at the supermarket With stamps on deck With beads around this girl's neck I crack a forty ounce Watch the ants, mouses
out on the couch For different reasons, you thought I was crazy Catchin' a Greyhound bus down South Collectin' lightning bugs And bring a dead mouse
Cherry Blue and Mighty Mouse Kinda quiet dude and sure was supposed to be back at the house With the kids and the dog "And tonight we're racketeers", said Mouse
As sly as a fox, as strong as an ox As fast as a hare, as brave as a bear As free as a bird, as neat as a word As quite as a mouse, as big as a house
we'll go! Hi, boys, here I go! 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings
Wall] On the real I got a mouthpiece, that'll have em Dismantling they robe, and laying naked on my couch seats It don't take much, everytime my mouse
on how to recognize love's blessin' Till then I'll just have to keep me guessin' and you'll never ever get no sleep) Has someone been a stealing my sugar
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
its heart cut right out of its chest The Berlin wall still runs down main street Separating east side from west And nothing is stirring, not even a mouse
let me drop the big one All the little children hands up high Waitin' for the sugar plums fallin' from the sky Movin' to the high ground, to the sugar
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with
