working hard to get my fill everybody wants a thrill,she was just a city girl...he was just a small town boy,born and raised in the city of troy,take me now baby as iam pull me close try understand, love is a banquet that belongs to lovers,i just cant sleep tonight knowing things aint right,i never can say goodbye girl
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Posted: Dec 2010
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lost love
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sometimes I eat pies,with a side of fries,
mince,chicken watever you please,
bacon & egg, stake & cheese, some like pies hot some like pies cold but for me eating pies never gets old
ketchup no thanks I'll have watties on mine,
some have it plain & with me thats fine
down the hatch 123,just right on time
Let me bid you farewell at the end of this rythm.......
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Posted: Nov 2010
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