Saturday, May 30, 2009

Framing Hanley - Lollipop (Cover)




She said he so sweet
I wanna lick the wrapper

And she, she licked me
Like a lollipop
Like a lollipop

Shorty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shorty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Ya lovely lady lumps
Shorty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shorty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Ya lovely lady lumps

Cute lil' mama had a swag like mine
She even wear her hair
Down her back like mine
I make her feel right
When its wrong like lyin'
Man she ain't never
Had a love like mine
But Man I ain't never
Seen an ass like hers
That ----- in my mouth
Had me loss for words
Told her to back it up
Like berp berp
And I made that ass jump
Like jerp jerp
And that's when she
She licked me
Like a lollipop
Like a lollipop

Shorty wanna thug
[ Framing Hanley Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
Bottles in the club
Shorty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Ya lovely lady lumps
Shorty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shorty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Ya lovely lady lumps

Won't you get on your knees
Won't you get on your knees

Call me so I can
Make it juicy for you
Call me so I can
Get it juicy for you
Call me so I can
Make it juicy for you
Call me so I can
Get it juicy

Call me so I can
Come and do it for you
Call me so I can
Come and prove it for you
Call me so I can
Make it juicy for you
Call me so I can
Get it juicy

Shorty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shorty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Ya lovely lady lumps
Won't you get on your knees

Friday, May 22, 2009

I'm Shipping Up To Boston - Dropkick Murphys




I'm a sailor peg
And I lost my leg
Climbing up the top sails
I lost my leg!

I'm shipping up to Boston ... wayy-yooo!
I'm shipping up to Boston ... wayyyyyy-yo!
I'm shipping up to Boston ... wayy-yooo!
I'm shipping off ... to find my wooden leg!

I'm a sailor peg
And I lost my leg
Climbing up the top sails
I lost my leg!

I'm shipping up to Boston ... wayy-yooo!
I'm shipping up to Boston ... wayyyyyy-yo!
I'm shipping up to Boston ... wayy-yooo!
I'm shipping off ... to find my wooden leg!

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Emery - Walls




Are you listening?
We write a thousand pages, they're torn and on the floor
Headlights hammer the windows, we're locked behind these doors
And we are never leaving, this place is part of us
And all these scenes repeating are cold to the touch

My hands seem to deceive me
When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy
The scenery's all drawn...

They hang here from the walls dear,
Painting pictures, bleeding colors,
blanket the windows...

Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe.
Your eyes see right through me.

These fights with your arms left beside.
One thing and one more says goodnight.
You've got the map come get to me.
These knuckles break before they bleed.

Tear out these veins that own my heart.
This skin that wears your lasting marks.
I've built these walls come get to me, come get to me.

Is this your lesson, a slight discretion,
The lines that keep you, the lines that sweep you.
Lock the doors from the inside...

Your face is so contagious, it wears announcements,
It leaves me breathless, I won't forget this. I won't forget.

Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe.
Your eyes see right through me.

Let the walls have their say.
Let the walls have their say.
Let the walls have their say.
Let the walls have their say.
Let the walls have their say.
Have their say.

There's no conversation, words without remorse
And this television drowns the only source
Wake from these dreams of you in my arms
To the staircase where you hold my heart
This place, these walls mean everything to me.