Golden Earring Lyrics

Golden Earring Lyrics

"42nd Street Lyrics"

Memphis Tennessee Lyrics
Long distance information give me Memphis Tennessee Help me find the party try to get in touch with me She could not leave her number but I know who placed the call Cause my uncle took the message and he

From the Album:
* Paradise in distress

Spiralling leapers, wearing Nike sneakers
Some of them laugh, some of them sing
Some of them don’t do a goddamn thing
Trip-skipping drifters, grafters and lifters
Chicks with big tits, school boys with zits
Moonlight circus of earthly delights
Pimpmobile cruising the soft, velvet night
Deals going down, midnight in town
Donw in the subways, the un
Here In My Arms Lyrics
Here in my arms it's adorable! It's deplorable That you were never there. When little lips are so kissable It's permissible For me to ask my share. Next to my heart it is ever so lo
derground tunnels
A musician is playing, a drunk stumbles and mumbles
Out in the park it’s scary with frights
Somebody shot out all the streetlights
Hookers and bookies, floozies and boozers
All kinds of misfits, perverts and losers
Out of the limo that looks like a boat
The pimp steps out in a mink fur coat
Sporting a fedora, that creates its own aura
A ruby-tooth grin and a diamond stick pin
A
Loyal To The Game (DJ Quik Remix) Lyrics
[2Pac] Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me? I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these NARC's be like tryin to shu
deal’s going down this side of town
People walk on fleet feet
On the way down 42nd Street
Except for the bums, down for the count
That one’s dead but no one’s found out
And look at the bitch, with her dress up her ass!
When she moves that thing, she must move it fast
Cop with a nightstick, checking around
A neon lit junkie slides to the ground
Here comes a flasher, a jogger, a punk
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Girl Blue Lyrics
Hello Morning, good, good morning to the one I love, Crystal Ringlets paint a picture of a gold sunrise above. Little girl you're sad, Though all you have, is visible to you. Within your hea
that guy, drunk as a skunk!
Blinking, reflection, lights melt in the rain
The sidewalks are empty, nothing’s the same
4 A.M. people are crashing
Where the hookers are huddled
Colored raindrops are splashing
The deals have gone down, the bimbo’s split town
Burned from the hustle, burned from the hype
But under the lights, I’m feeling alright
On 42nd Street it’s just another night



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