a prayer Deliver us, Lord, from this golden calf People only want what they cannot have Forbidden fruit That's the fruit that you'd better not taste Forbidden fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the
I just wanna say Let me taste the fruit of your space Oh what a, oh what a day I just wanna play Magical visions, what we lay, lay, lay I wanna, I wanna
looking down Somebody's looking down Bitter fruit, dead weight Bitter fruit, dead weight Bitter fruit, dead weight Bitter fruit, dead weight Bitter fruit, dead weight Bitter fruit
(Randy Holden) It's so nice to feel the colors All days when you are new You close your eyes And feel the foam of silence. Running home and cease to
In praise of fruit I wrote this song Because of fruit my heart is strong Who could estimate its worth? Fruit's the finest food on earth Fresh fruit,
up in a plastic bag on the kitchen table way too long i sat down to eat next to the bag i was too tired to throw it out i saw a swarm of fruit flies
attention To the nastiness going down Just above me Within my reach There's plenty of good things hanging 'round Fruit on the vine Ice water fountains Fruit on the vine Fruit
Strange Fruit by Lewis Allen, Sonny White Seven trees Bearin' strange fruit Blood on the leaves And blood at the roots Black bodies Swinging in the
the boiler room They come to dig you out with picks and shovels and acetylene torches I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit
Till morning comes Fruit at the bottom Fruit at the bottom Fruit at the bottom My lover?s got um Fruit at the bottom Fruit at the bottom Fruit at the
do you do with a fruit? They're juicy and healthy and cute But to eat 'em it's true There's a few things to do If you wanna get through to a fruit
leave you at home all alone and cryin' Grapefruit, a bathin' suit, you chew a little juicy fruit Wash away the night Yeah, you chew a little juicy fruit
you'd better get busy We got watermelon burnin' up, out there in the sun" Abel said, "Cain, brother, you're drivin' me silly Raisin' up this fruit trader
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Southern trees bearin' strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hangin' from
There's a big bird named Toucan Sam With a pretty colored beak like a candy cane I wonder if he'd be so nice (Be so nice) As to take us to Fruit Loop
down, I recommend to you Have lots of fruits and vegetables When you feel sad, I recommend to you Have lots of fruits and vegetables Nice fresh fruits