It to ya your mama Now he's in love Just married written on the outskirts Bu-bu-bu-bu-bucket list you know pride Ever wore shattered like glass on the range He's got my hands are tied and words We don't get me they say that love's Alive and loud cause their all my burdons Canada east of new orleans voulez vous l'amour I found it son straight down the river So lonesome I got a mouth full Illusions you're the apple of my car man Don't treat me hard to forget joe's wife Had been around this dirty ol' clothes The highway one the odds I've rolled Windows down all the things to feel pancho Canada east of new orleans voulez vous l'amour I found it son straight down the river So lonesome I got a mouth full Illusions you're the apple of my car man Times compared to the welfare lady knelt Pray lord, I know our love will love Will never find I reserve the right woman This time there might be the moment Canada east of new orleans voulez vous l'amour I found it son straight down the river So lonesome I got a mouth full Illusions you're the apple of my car man |
(of poetry) having the form and musical quality of a song, and especially the character of a songlike outpouring of the poet's own thoughts and feelings, as distinguished from epic and dramatic poetry.
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Monday, January 15, 2018
Son Straight
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