She's a dirty birdie, she's so flirty. Coming out the house looking all nice and purty. She's a whirly girly, she don't get up early. She like to sleep late and party like LaVerne and Shirley.
As Arsenio Hall would say, things that make you go HMMMM. The enemy forces inside, approached a young warrior king. and tried to subdue him, but he fought back VAL-iant-ly.
With a grin that matched his own she said,. "You're not a thief, are you?". He shrugged. "Do I look like a thief?". "You look like the most attractive man here.".
It's about the art. It's about the alright.. alright listen. . First rule of Art Club, there is no Art Club. Second rule of Art Club, there is no Art Club.
I had forgotten the incredible butter softness of his long fingers. How they felt on my back when he slow-dragged with me,. At a fateful "Blue Lights in the Basement" party.
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]. There was a curious secretive streak in the man,. which led to many dramatic effects - but left even his.
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]. A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kid. in a fresh boxcut hairstyle.. Quiet manner was more in tune with his, well-heeled patrons.
As I stand in place, as the center of my galaxy. I am, organic electricity. My eyelids expose the circumference. My mind tends to bend irreverent!. Unparalleled chaotic!.
[Chorus]. I'm the jack of all trades, master of one. Black and underpaid, blastin this mic gun. Put it to your temple, and pop yo' pimple. Break you down like kempo, I'm trained in the arts.
I was born into the goodness, graciousness of all mighty god. Faced with temptations, lies, emphasize. . War, weapons of destruction, mayhem. Slaughter of the people, satan.
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]. And his quick observation and active brain. made him an ideal agent for gaining information.. . [Aceyalone].