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Sheba had nine lives that I could sleep in. Sheba had the cutest little nose. Sheba's lips by Interflora. Rollercoaster. Lizard Lick. She stings you like the 13th summer rose. Sheba offers blind inviting alleys. Sheba flutters two discerning eyes. Twice unfocused. Hokus pokus... Witchy whispers on the wind..."Come sail to me, it's been so long. Come sail to me, it's been so long. Come sail to me, it's been so long. I'm so lonesome I could die. Like butterflies, we rode the breeze. We read the stars and swam as Sheba coo-coo-cooed us from afar. One s
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Somebody better tell these dumb hoes somethin Cuz when I roll thorugh I ain't gone say nothin Ain't shit to talk about Cuz I can do without the souljah hatin Them hoes is jealous of my fame and the money that I'm making Got they heads aching So they acting like they got beef Knowin damn well if htey see me they gone speak I'm Mama I'm respected y'all know this But shits gone really get hectic If y'all don't stop slow this ??? down now The issue ain't who I'm loving or fucking The big issue's billboard cuz I'm on top of it The issue is I got my kids up ou
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Dios, Tú sabes bien que cada herida que yo le causé a su corazón debo de pagarlo con mi vida pero ni siquiera con mi propia vida pagarÃÂa mi error
Ella se portaba tan buena conmigo mal yo le pagaba; no valoraba su cariño ahora que se ha ido, ¡cuánto me arrepiento! vivo confundido; no tengo calma en ni un momento
Y ahora que no la tengo a mi lado me doy cuenta de que la perdàella era mi vida, era mi todo
Y ahora que no la tengo conmigo en estos momentos me doy cuenta que sin ella no pu
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Your condition's red, you can't get to bed Your eyes are full of tears You've got headache, heartache, a pain you can't take I am who you have to fear Your observation's correct I'm someone you can't neglect Whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no
Have love, will travel (I've got love for sale) Have love, will travel (I've got love for sale) Have love, will travel (I've got love for sale)
You buy the magazine, in between the lines You see my face, you read my name And you can have me for one price, baby You must have heard of my fee
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