Meine Gedanken an Dich sie storn mich innerlich Mein Herz hast du mir weggenommen, doch du bist nicht mehr zuruck gekommen die Hoffnung dich wieder zu
present from down below Speading joy with a 'howdy ho'! He's seen the love inside of you Cos he's a piece of poo! Sometimes he's nutty, sometimes he's
present from down below Spreading joy with a "howdy ho" He's seen the love inside of you Coz he's a piece of poo Sometimes he's nutty Sometimes he's
Annie on the telephone I took her out to the drive-in just to get her alone I found a lover's rendezvous, the music low, set to park I heard a tappin
JoJo he's the youngest Girls jock him 'cuz he's reverse dressed [Unverified] strollin' through the neighborhood Sweatin' their brother tryin' to see why he's
the city folk, bitch, that's why you got your titties broke So, get back on your ardvark Don't let me see a bigot coming through Clark Park Cut his neck
park From casual to short Line up the homie as a teardrop falls No time for back-trackin, cause hood work calls Housecalls be given, where you livin, unforgiven My mentality's
When it's rainin' and times are hard And there's too much junk in the backyard You hope for a rainbow, be it lotto or keno In the trailer park, that's
me, I got that prickly buzz that bright bezzie on live tellie gets me the half black and half white Jezzie's I don't fight friendly, four five semi's
And so Annie waits, Annie waits, Annie waits For a call from a friend The same, it's the same Why's it always the same? Annie waits for the last time
to time I find myself engrossed With other erstwhile denizens of the apple While we sit around and take L.A. to task There's a question someone's bound
leave my ass alone Livin' real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion I'm sellin' crack rock, the devil's love potion Three wheel motion on my buick park ave
And so Annie waits, Annie waits, Annie waits For a call from a friend The same, it's the same, why's it always the same? Annie waits for the last time
your question to the counsel. [Annie Baxter] Tell the counsel I want my money back! [Billy Flynn] It's not your money. It's your mother's money. [Mary
to Annie?s angle You think you?re down with the people who laugh when you frown And they move from ground to ground Such a pit no one?s hurt from your
devil's love potion Three wheel motion on my buick park ave Fiends used to smoke twenties, now they smokin slabs Paid like a muthafucka clientel is growin It's
