throw up and up up, a king full of virgin kiss me and spin it, excuse to willow and wander dark wonders divest me of robes-sutures Harry and pig meat
fields Where the kids like to play Therea??s a little creek by the willow tree Oh yes, ita??s a beautiful place We have the family photograph The house
House in Virginia We'd love to see you, Emma Red velvet chairs for you to sit on, Emma Blue cobalt teacups every shape, every size Your favorite designs
[Verse 1] When you enter my house of worship Ya crucifix I doubt it only Christianity Y'all recognize this my man Christ album Flip the pages of Isis
Wind chimes in a weeping willow Biscuits light as feather pillows At mama?s house Sunday morning kids are squirming Thank the preacher for the sermon
leaves, diaries, Tennessee and Jeremy Suddenly, willow trees, memories of Jeremy We drove, canopy down, in the scalding rain on the one day we were young The house
wake up wake up little maggie why do you sleep so sound them highway robbers are a coming gone a tear your play house down oh where is my little darling
body" Jack O'Rion sped off to his own house, saying "Tom, my boy, come here to me" He hung him from his own gatepost, high as a willow tree
leave my state of mind Trying to leave this awful sadness But I can't leave this world behind South of Delia there's a patch out back by the willow trees
Don't you frown Just go sweetly Let your senses suck the world And your fingers through my hair Shake and Crawl Through the willow There's a baby in our
sick weight We tramped through the poison oak Heartbroke and inchoate The dogs were snapping And you cuffed their collars While I climbed the tree-house
3] [Repeat 1] [MA] Yo, yo, now they got my boo, bust a federal blue Slip on shoes in the hole for breakin' house rules Payin' street dues, doin' time
Beale'..." They called me Body Beautiul Beale. It's true. That was my whaddyacallit... my sobriquet - "...are living on Long Island in a garbage-ridden, filthy, 28-room house
City headache subside your deary talk Send a doctor to my house Got me a fever coming 'round the bend And a bus load of danger Straight talking, you'
There's a house down Willow Lane Just a simple sea-side shack Through the wind and pourin' rain She wants you black There's a portal on the door In the
Kyoko-san Shades her face behind her fan Silk kimono, amber comb Geisha Kyoko-san's alone Moving through the willow leaves Past the tea house trees Preparing
Tell me you love me, dear And set this heart at ease Don't let it shed a tear Just say you love me, please The birds would not sing their song And the willow