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(House of hits ya'll. . . for the ladies. . . Capone Bone. . . Marley Marl)
If you want it you can lick from the front
If you want it . . .
I like your stockings, stretch socks even your Reeboks
Thug you out, take you on tour, learn all the weed spots
We can sip wine, bump and grind on the slow-mo
But on the d-low I heard your man was a homo
We can combine just like two five and DoLo
Tell me where to put it like solo
Meet me at 702 I like your steelo
Now boo face it, you're bangin' to your ankle bracelet
I went against the grain when I said I'd never taste
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I still have your picture
by the bed where you used to lay
I still have the memories
that you aint goin' from day to day
I still miss the little things
you used to do and say
I'll always believe in love
come what may
I'm learning to live
without your love
all I can do is carry on
living without you
I'm learning to live
without your love
now that you're gone
whatever the emptiness
whatever the pain
I won't change my love for you
I'll always feel the same
I'm learning to live
without your love
all I can do is carr
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The daylight is drying up in the dusky mysterious veils. Eternal night,
overhelming darkness, the sky is lighted up by flashes. Bleeding clouds,
torn
by frosty storms of the universe, are rushing down to the burning earth.
Endless streams, fall of sorrow and agony are running away from the
indestructable gate of evil. Teared up by wild hurricans, hoarse screams
of
anguished creatures. Pain and hopelessness are falling down to the dusky
ground like a dirty rain and are making all human beings be quiet. To
escape
the heat twitching bodies are turning in the plateaus
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I'm hot on the heels of love
Waiting for help from above
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