Let's try. If you want my gravy Pepper my ragout Spice it up for Mama She'll get hot for you When they pass that basket Folk contribute to You put in
. Throw all the dirt you want it's no use. You still won't have a pinup in a fabulous room On her back pickin' out baskets of fruit. (I love you boo
Leading the children astray, Mi a beg unnu fi stop it Dust upon an rocket For put it in yuh pocket Give the people water fi carry inna basket So
Countless lovers, six months later he woke up, got out of bed Looked around the room and threw up Dolce suits, baskets of fruit and money And your face
stand around RADAMES' tent. RADAMES appears from the tent with a basket of food, and a jug of wine. MEREB appears with another basket handing out fruit
an unsuspecting smile Little Moses drifts downstream in the Nile A fumbling reply, an awkward, rigid laugh And I'm carried helpless by my floating basket
sorcerer Half drunkard I cast a spell On all that sings In my work In autumn We gather fruit And the drowned It's not nothing Being a lockman In his basket
've been white Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth Selling shades on the beach by daily routine Matches the irony of your Western magazine Papayabananacakecoconutjuice! Baby with the basket pushes fruits
A price tag for hands from which all things are built A blanket of voices speak pleasure in shame Flowers of plastic and fruit of the same A basket of
hilarious you rollin up in chariots and leave in wheel-barrows i'll have you wrapped in plastic just like the food in fruit baskets i'll have your crew
Dearheart Take a look at you I know how it feels Branches full of fruit Life streaks And surges all in green The bounty of the rain The bounty of the
dirt you want it's no use. You still won't have a pinup in a fabulous room On her back pickin' out baskets of fruit. (I love you boo) Yeah freaky petey
Countless lovers, Six months later he woke up Got out of bed, Looked around the room and threw up Dolce suits, baskets of fruit and money And your face
flows that will amaze ya Hot to death nigga, call me Smokin Joe Frazier Seal up the box and present the closed casket Busta Rhymes got the boombastic fruit basket
the bones out man for real Yeah all applepie yeah Straight up, Flipmode BK king {Ghostface Killah} It was the best heist since ice Precise rituals Skated outta Jacob's wit the Fruit
(Joan Baez) They brought me a beautiful basket of fruit And two finger bowls of glass The couch is gold with a floral design And the wine is Germany'