I just met infactuation, its something in his smile my obsession .... you and I something takes over, pulls me up onto my feet before i know it i got
Chorus 2X She got some micros, she got a weave wrap She got it locked up I can smell the beeswax Now let me pull ya hair( pull ya hair) 3X Verse 1: Shortie
Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair Do you think it's gonna make him change? "i'm just a boy with a new haircut" And that's a pretty nice haircut
I just met infactuation It's something in his smile Now my obsession Is tender thoughts of you Something takes over Pulls me up Onto my feet Before I
When you look at me, I know you see A 15 year old, gettin' his dough Back and fourth to the studios Hoppin' outta Limosines, rockin' the latest jeans
Time shapes us like a most skilled sculptor from the clay of life And the years define details and form the tales we?ll tell our children When we?re old
by Dean Friedman Even our old friends who should've known better They said, "She's heading for ruin. Turn away and forget her?" But they don't know you
Fifty bears jumped on my neck And fago told me it would come back, yeah! He said: "Sometimes it's very painful When they are biting and trying to suck
birdnest hair so slips the dream a paper boat in heavy seas into thin air lost upon on the tidal stream another year but i don't care birdnest hair her
She asks me why I'm just a hairy guy I'm hairy, noon and night, hair, that's a fright I'm hairy, high and low, don't ask me why, don't know It's not for
If your man don't understand you - no if you fly on separate wings - Waste no time no - make a change - right now! Ride that man right off you range
The Girl I Love, She Got Long Curly Hair Trk 16 2:56 (John Adams Estes) Sleepy John Estes - vocal & guitar, Johnny Hardge - piano James 'Yank' Rachell
She's looking in the mirror She's fixing her hair And I touch my head to feel What isn't there She's humming a melody We learned in grade school She'
Samson, the strength That's in, your arms Oh to be, your stunning Bride Samson, your hair Glistening, like sun Oh would, that it Were mine Samson, your
Black is the color of my true love's hair His face so soft and wondrous fair The purest eyes and the strongest hands I love the ground on where he stands
Your hair and your eyes I saw them in the night Your face, your disguise I felt it in the night Your cool clammy skin It could be right beside me I saw
full growed porcupine dead on the road it'll take a big ox, son, to carry that load i got checked out by a blonde, young heifer she says she might wanna
Last night my kisses were banked in black hair And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair