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A Man of Wealth and Taste
Join Date: Dec 2002
Location: Out there somewhere beyond the doors of perception
Posts: 51,063
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Yeah, cmon
Love my girl She lookin good Cmon One more Five to one, baby One in five No one here gets out alive, now You get yours, baby Ill get mine Gonna make it, baby If we try The old get old And the young get stronger May take a week And it may take longer They got the guns But we got the numbers Gonna win, yeah Were takin over Come on! Yeah! Your ballroom days are over, baby Night is drawing near Shadows of the evening crawl across the years Ya walk across the floor with a flower in your hand Trying to tell me no one understands Trade in your hours for a handful dimes Gonna make it, baby, in our prime Come together one more time Get together one more time Get together one more time Get together, aha Get together one more time! Get together one more time! Get together one more time Get together one more time Get together, gotta, get together Ohhhhhhhh! Hey, cmon, honey You wont have along wait for me, baby Ill be there in just a little while You see, I gotta go out in this car with these people and... Get together one more time Get together one more time Get together, got to Get together, got to Get together, got to Take you up in my room and... Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah Love my girl She lookin good, lookin real good Love ya, cmon
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