Though, I wanted it all She gave it up And so quick I was used Too innocent She used large pink instruments Used large pink instruments Too
(et?) It's up to you to stay put the shoe is on the other foot Driven to the fields whipped like a slave ready for (Out?) Ready for the .beast unleashed large
We're livin' large in our own little way We're livin large and we don't get paid We're livin' large in our own little way Got some lemons, make some kickass
In the summertime, on the sidewalk here, I see a nickel Well, I, I guess I'm happening Is there, is there something special you'd like me to buy you In
It's 'bout that time Woo, yeah, aha, aha, you know Yeah, word up Come on, lights, cameras, action it's on Straight outta gate with another hot song Keepin
Yo, yeah, nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide Sittin' on the front stoop right outside In the moonlight when I take flight, I fly Crack the engine then
Well, life's been good to me I thank the good Lord for the way things are Good friends and family Well, God is good as good can be I've had an excellent
Go if you must go Turn if you must turn away Don't cry a tear for me Laugh if you can smile Run if you're walking away Don't cry a tear for me Shout
It's Sunday morning, the club is on That great cat's still yawning Because Saturday is gone And I still feel the feeling Of how you felt upon me And
In the darkest hour, in the dead of night As the storm clouds gather and the lightning strikes And the thunder rolls and the cold rain blow The future
You got none in your pockets You got none in your hands Well, I don't have to see your eyes To know what you're not thinkin' And even when you're not
I slap my baby on her And make it happy I slap my baby on her And make it fun I slap my baby on her And make it happy I'm a happy son of a gun I slap
And this traveling around It's gonna be the death of me And this traveling around It's gonna be the death of me And this traveling around It's gonna
St. Mother Maria, watch over us please As we wander around in this dangerous world Thank Mother Maria, there's nothing so sweet As the undying love of
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows I do a little thinkin' 'bout a girl named Rose Hair blonde as hay and long as a rope Up in Indiana where the tall
There ain't no more cane on this Brazos Oh oh oh They done ground it all in molasses Oh oh oh You should've been on the river In nineteen and four Oh
tight Go up to large- it isn't as bad I tell myself it's just my height But i really know i'm so fat I'm extra extra large In big- sized clothes
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast I'm Poppa Large,