I don't know why she swallowed the fly Perhaps she'll die I know an old lady who swallowed a bird How absurd to swallow a bird She swallowed the bird
a star's light did fall 'twas the promise of the ages, it then did recall If jesus had wanted for any wee thing Like a star in the sky, or a bird on
hand I'll do anything to help you understand I'll love you more than anybody can And the wind will whisper your name to me Little birds will sing along
smack Then I slam him on his head and cut 'Foxxx' in his back When I tell him all the real bad things that I heard I'ma squash him like a dead bird And
PETER PAN: Not me, It's just that I am what I am And I'm me! When I look at myself And I see in myself All the wonderful things that I see If I'm pleased
PM, Peter flew with the birds. He was eleven years old. In that same month, a further 3 children flew like Peter. In the following year, 33 more followed. Peter
[Verse 1] I'm in my big body Benz Shoot a bird at them coppers Riding with 4 of my friends While blowing smoke in the wind Up out the window my flag I
[Verse 1: Pastor Troy] I'm in my big body Benz, Shoot a bird at them coppers, Riding with 4 of my friends While blowing smoke in the wind Up out the
Verse 1: pastor troy I'm in my big body benz, Riding with 4 of my friends Shoot a bird at them coppers, While blowing smoke in the wind Up out the window
you. On my way to da Nolia, Bout to roll on dem souljas. and then its mississippi, then its Alabama. I-20 Atlanta. Pimp this bird wit bout 15 birds.
unreal tournament with infinite ammo. taggers and vandals in black socks and sandals, doin as many drugs as they can motherfuckin' handle. skippin' school, breakin' rules and flippin the bird
kindly word (Che:) I wouldn't say the Holy Father gave her the bird But papal decorations, never a hope (Aide #1:) She still looked the part at St. Peter
lay him down to sleep It's been so long since I lost my daddy-o Hope he's watchin' over me Wednesday night is mornin' now As I'm walkin' in the rain The birds
make some noise Give dance hall bands not golden harps To these our boys Let them love Peter For they've had no time They should have bird songs and
a year I have your fool staggerin' just like a bottle of beer You niggaz runnin' from the cops, well I ain't runnin' no mo' I flip the bird when I swerve
When my blood runs warm with the warm red wine, I missed the life that I left behind. And when I hear the sound of the black bird's cry, I know I left
kindly word [Che:] I wouldn't say the Holy Father gave her the bird But papal decorations, never a hope [Aide #1:] She still looked the part at St. Peter
don't you make your inentions clear With eyes to the sun and your mouth to the soda Saying, "Tell me the truth, you got nothing to fear Stop staring at me like a bird