got a story About how they lost their one and only True confessions of a broken heart I learned my lesson now I'm torn apart Everybody's got a story
up the block I calmed down and stopped screaming Then thought, "Oh, I get it, I must be dreaming" I strolled back home with a grin on my grill I think that since this is a
child Now three flights up, I'm all alone My wife is dead, my child is grown My daughter leads a wayward life She's been a failure as a wife And though
't say a word until I'm through Now there's a time to laugh a time to cry A time to live and a time to die A time to break and a time to chill To act
cuz This girl is She stuck on my Ella e ella vator This girl is She stuck on my Ella e ella vator This girl is She stuck on my Ella e ella vator This girl is
a relative, he had a peaceful end? That's when she said, ?My name is Corey you can say I'm just a friend? Corey's coming, no more sad stories coming
, silence equals death, science versus life, until there's only giant people left. this is for the losers, this is for canadians, this is for my sister, this is
Top story, Daily News, three bodies found Family mournin over lost ones, it ain't fair Don't wanna but I gotta do it like a pap smear Keisha lockin the door
now I live in Ballydehob Where the rain pours down all week I'm nearly faded away from tendin' To Maggie McGuire's needs The moral of this story is
do, let's move [Chorus 2x: R. Kelly] In this arena, arena All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up This is for them hustlin' boys and girls It's
his mistake The moral of the story is 'Don't be a pair of knickers Be good, boys an' girls an' you can be as great as Rick is' In this arena, arena
best price you can. Are you listening to me? Jack Jack Jack, Head in a sack, The house is getting colder, This is not the time for dreaming. Chimney
eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse With a train of smoke behind its hooves And I must say from my depths I have seen a story emerge from a cloud
stories the little kids is buyin I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany Lion I ain't gotta mention the streets on a song to get in a nigga ass on
lot A preacher, a teacher, and the other became a cop A car skidded into the rain making the last little one a saint One more light goes out in America A
no question this was not your everyday reflection This was some middle aged balding Jewish guy and he had a moustache There's a stranger in my mirror there's a