You?re my love, you?re my sweetest thing Don?t shy away, don?t shy away Every night makes me hate the days Can?t get enough of your love Am I wrong?
You're my love, you're my sweetest thing Don't shy away, don't shy away Every night makes me hate the days Can't get enough of your love Am I wrong?
One day shy of 8 years old, grandma passed away. I was a broken hearted little boy, blowin out that birthday cake. How I cried when the sky let go, with
Baby slow down The end is not as fun as the start Please stay a child somewhere in your heart I'll give you everything you want Except the thing that
haven't given up on you [CHORUS] Oooh child, things are gona get easier Oooh child things will get brighter, (things are getting brighter) Oooh child, things are gona get easier Oooh child
too late to save The sadder-but-wiser girl for me. No bright-eyed, blushing, breathless baby-doll baby Not for me. That kinda child ties knots no sailor
m too late to save The sadder-but-wiser girl for me. No bright-eyed, blushing, breathless baby-doll baby Not for me. That kinda child ties knots no
Yeah, you know what this is It's a celebration, bitches Grab a drink, grab a glass After that I grab yo' ass Why you actin' all shy and all? Why is y
denial I went down like a rag doll as you would, child Well, deep water, deep water, senseless denial I went down like a rag doll as you would, child
'll want their money back If you're alive at thirty-three And you're turning tricks With your crucifix You're a star Oh child Of course you're not shy
One day shy of eight years old, When grandma passed away. I was a broken hearted little boy, Blowing out that birthday cake. How I cried when the sky
blue eyes And calloused hands became my old man Well, she was a Kentucky girl, born on Valentine's Day The fourth child of five to my grandma, Eula May So shy
louder than a big bass drum You got to mix it child You got the fix, this must be love It's a bitch Yeah, you got to mix it child You got the fix, this
(b. walker, j. harte, d. child) She's a small town high school homecoming queen, Only seventeen. The kind of girl every boy would love to bring home
a town filled with empty promises, the young boy is filled with scepticism. He battles between right and wrong. Facing a horrifying decision, which no child
This Bob Billiard for the Entertainment News In the news today youth rapper Shyheim a.k.a The Rugged Child Is rapidly climbing the charts and making a
Motherfuckin gp in the motherfuckin house With shorty shy [rubbabandz] Yo.. yo.. I raise all hell when i, start to stain Crab niggaz, I recon, you recognize
, rich hotels Wild, the Shaolin Style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me Method Man Wild, the Shaolin Style is all in me Child, the