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Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, are all very good words for the lips.

quote by Charles Dickens
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Papa-oom-mow-mow

Ah, papa-oom-muh-muh-muh-muh
Ah, papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
The funniest sound i ever heard
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
But i can't understand a single word
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
But if he's serious or if he's playin'
Whoo, my my is all he's sayin'
Papa, whooo
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo!
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Well i said there, pop, say what's your name
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Why don't you come around and show your face?
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
The weirdest sound--i can't figure it out--
I can't believe this sound makes me slap and shout
Papa, whooo
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo! yeah!
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Dit-dit-dit
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-papa-papa-oom-muh-muh-muh-muh
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
I can't seem to remember all the words
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Well, i hear this sound everywhere i go
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
On the rockin' tv or the radio
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
But now it's spreadin' all through the land
I still can't seem to haha ha
Understand
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo!
Baba-whoo
Dit dit dit
Baba-baba-baba-whooooo!
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo!
Oooo-oooo-ooo-wooooo
(how how oom mow oom mow. oh.)
(party [...], right?)
(i hope so.)
(this is [...])

song performed by by Beach Boys
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Papa-Omm-Mow-Mow

Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow
The Beach Boys
Frazier/White/Wilson, Jr./Harris
The last time we were up here
We did a song by another group of guys
We like very much
A real friendly group of guys
Called the Rivingtons
Their song is called "Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow"
A papa-oom-mow-mow
A papa-oom-mow-mow
A papa-oom-mow-mow
A papa-oom-mow-mow
Funniest sound I ever heard
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
But I can't understand a single word
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Well if he's serious or if he's playin'
Woo my my it's all he's sayin
Papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Well say there pop, say what's your name?
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Well don't you come around and show your face
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
But hearing the sound I can't figure it out
Oo-wee this sound makes me stop and shout
Papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
Doot doot doot
Doot doot doot
A papa-papa-papa-papa-oom-mow-mow
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
Well I hear this sound everywhere I go
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
From the record, TV, or the radio
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
But now it's spreadin' all through the land
I still can't seem to understand
Papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-hoooo
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-hoooo
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)

song performed by by Beach Boys
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I Found A Reason

(reed)
Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa
I found a reason to keep living
Oh and the reason, dear, is you
I found a reason to keep singing
Oh and the reason, dear, is you
Oh I do believe
If you dont like things you live
For some place you never gone before
Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa
Honey, I found a reason to keep living
And you know the reason, dear its you
And Ive walked down lifes lonely highways
Hand in hand with myself
And I realized how many paths have crossed between us
Oh I do believe
Youre all what you perceive
What come is better that what came before
Oh I do believe
Youre all what you perceive
What come is better that what came before
Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa
And youd better come, come come, come to me
Come come, come to me
Pa papa papa pa

song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Pap-Oom-Mow-Mow

The last time we were up here
We did a song by another group of guys
We like very much
A real friendly group of guys
Called the Rivingtons
Their song is called "Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow"
A papa-oom-mow-mow
Funniest sound I ever heard
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
But I can't understand a single word
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Well if he's serious or if he's playin'
Woo my my it's all he's sayin
~CHORUS~
Papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Doot doot doot
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Well say there pop, say what's your name?
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Well don't you come around and show your face
A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
But hearing the sound I can't figure it out
Oo-wee this sound makes me stop and shout
Doot doot doot
Doot doot doot
Doot doot doot
A papa-papa-papa-papa-oom-mow-mow
~CHORUS~
Well I hear this sound everywhere I go
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
From the record, TV, or the radio
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
But now it's spreadin' all through the land
I still can't seem to understand
Papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
~CHORUS

song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Papa, Can You Hear Me

papa, can you hear me?
papa, can you see me?
papa, can you find me in the night?
papa, are you near me?
papa, can you hear me?
papa, can you help me not be frightened?
looking at the skies i see a million eyes
which ones are yours?
where are you now
that yesterday has waved goodbye
and closed it's doors
the night is so much darker
the wind is so much colder
the world is so much bigger
now that i am alone
papa, please forgive me
i know you understand me
papa, don't you know i had no chose?
oh, can you hear me prayin'?
anything i'm sayin'?
even though the night is filled with voices
i remember everything you ever
taught me
evey book i've ever read
can all the words,
all the music help me face what's ahead?
the trees are so much taller
i feel so much smaller
the moon is twice as lonely
and the stars are half as bright
daddy, how i love you
daddy, how i need you
daddy, how i miss you
kissing me goodnight

song performed by by Nina Simone
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Beneath The Surface

(j.p. maunick)
Here I sit and watch the crowds go by
Papa da papa papa yeah
But theres only one face I can see
If only they would understand
Papa da papa papa yeah
Id open the door and let him in
Chorus:
How long can I hide, what Im feeling inside
My love is a river, thats got to make its way into sea
This feeling cant hide, lord knows Ive tried
Beneath the surface
Beneath the surface
I try, though I know Im hanging on a string
Papa da papa papa yeah
Youre the only one thing on my mind
Keeps floating to a distant shore
Papa da papa papa yeah
As I go on denying myself
Chorus
Oh, keeps turning round in my mind
Oh, round and round in my mind
Here I sit and watch the crowds go by
Papa da papa papa yeah
But theres only one face I can see
Chorus x 2

song performed by by Incognito
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Wont Eat Prunes Again

It was just the other day
When we went to joes cafe
Just to order up a couple steaks to eat
But we noticed something wrong
All the worcestershire was gone
But the waitress brought a different kind of treat
She said this sauce was the chefs new creation
Guaranteed, its a new taste sensation
But she warned us its made out of prunes
Try a little if you dare
Nothing can compare
So we had some and now we swear
We wont eat prunes again
That was such a dirty trick
Boy, it really made us sick
Well it looks like weve been done in by the prune
Still the memory lingers on
I been livin in the john
cause Ive had the runs since monday afternoon
Id sell my soul for some new constipation
Need a cure for this new aggravation
Diarrhea has taken its toll
Still got the runs today
Just like yesterday
Buddy, thats why Im hear to say
We wont eat prunes again
Wont eat prunes again
No no
Yeah
Eat the new sauce
Same as the old sauce

song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Papa

There was 1 september day that papa worked 2 hard
First he crucified every dandelion out in the yard
Then he screamed at baby twice 4 throwin rocks at passin cars
Baby didnt listen, so like a priceless work of art
He got snatched by his papa who then opened up the closet door
And pushed the four-year-old down, onto the closet floor
Baby cried Im sorry, I wont do it no more
Papa said yeah, I know, thats what this heres 4
Smack!
Ooh papa...
Smack! smack!
Ooh papa...papa...
Smack!
Ooh papa...
Smack! smack!
Ooh papa...papa...
As the door closes, baby starts 2 cry
Please dont lock me up again, without a reason why
Papa just went outside and pointed a shotgun up in the sky
He said how come I dont love my woman?
Then he took aim and died
Boom!
Papa...
Boom! boom!
Papa...papa
Boom!
Papa...
Boom! boom!
Papa...papa...
Dont abuse children, or else they turn out like me
Fair 2 partly crazy, deep down were all the same
Every single 1 of us knows some kind of pain
In the middle of all thats crazy, this 1 fact still remains
If u love somebody, your life wont be in vain
And theres always a rainbow, at the end of every rain

song performed by by Prince
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Papa My Original Teacher

Papa is my original teacher
The strong tread
That ties me to the earth
Papa is my source
That conveys me
Vide the bumpy roads
Papa is my light
That illuminates my paths
Papa is my coach and guardian
Who to taught me to read world map
To avoid missing my tracts
Papa use of rods
Showed me how to cross the seas
He forsakes his merriment
To teach me about life
He schooled me to greatness
To exalt my horns
Papa is an encourager
Papa is my original teacher
Who tutored me to greatness

poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Tell Me Why

Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me
Well I gave you everything I had
But you left me sittin on my own
Did you have to treat me oh so bad?
All I do is hang my head and moan
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me
If theres something I have said or done
Tell me what and Ill apologize
If you dont, I really cant go on
Holding back these tears in my eyes
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me
(hey!)
Well Im begging on my bended knees
If youll only listen to my pleas
If theres anything I can do
cos I really cant stand it, Im so in love with you
Ohhhhhh!
(is that all? I thought there [...].)
(there was.)
(you did very well.)
(brian...)
(papa-oom-mow-mow? )
(right.)
(papa papa papa.)
(wheres an e? )
(I forget [...]. brian, you [...] before? )
(ah, papa-oom-mow-mow.)
(is there an e there? )
(ah, papa...)
(ten more minutes, brian.)
(papa. mama. ah, ah. is that it? )

song performed by by Beach Boys
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Nothing To Say

Remember walking with you by my side
You were my papa and I was your pride
Now Ive got children and Im going grey
No time for talking I got nothin to say
Those sunday dinners that we had at home
Now Ive got a house and Ive got friends of my own
We cant do tomorrow what we did yesterday
Its best that were going our separate ways, ok
How is your rheumatism (nothing to say)
How are your chillblains (nothing to say)
Hows aunty mabel (nothing to say)
So far papa, I got nothin to say, ok
Those happy days we spent together
We thought our world would never change
How the days go by
And things will never be the same
You keep pretending that everythings fine
So you make small talk to help pass the time
But all the words that you spit from your face
Add up to nothin you got nothin to say
How are those noisy neighbors next door
Ill have to go soon cos Im getting bored
I gotta be home early to see a good play
So far papa, I got nothin to say
How is your life insurance (nothing to say)
How is your trade union (nothing to say)
How is your independence (nothing to say)
So for papa, I got nothin to say

song performed by by Kinks
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Tramp

Tramp
You could call me that
I don't wear continental clothes
Stetson hats, sometimes
(????)
Heh heh
Momma would. Papa too.
I love this child. It is all I know how to do
Heh. Call me country
Right from the words.
I'll answer when you call me.
'Cause baby, if that makes you feel good
Hm.
(???)
Momma would. Papa too.
I love this child. It is all I know how to do
Ha. Now whatever you call me,
Ha ha, I'll even go for that.
'Cause I keep a big, fat bank roll in my pocket, baby
And I'm personal friends with the dealer who owns all the dealerships of all the Cadillacs.
Ha ha!
(???)
Ow!
Ma would. Papa too.
I love this child. It is all I know how to do
Come on child, let's play it
(???)

song performed by by ZZ Top
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Papa on the horse

As I remember,
Papa rode on the horse
the White horse

He was so cruel
And he would not
Feed
The white horse
For days

One day
They went to the
Sea
The white horse
And papa

I wished the
White horse
Would swim
To the other island
And leave
Papa for good

He was so cruel
And he would beat
The white horse
For days

But the white horse
Stayed
she was not fed
For days

One day
The White Horse
Got mad
And bit
Papa to death.

I did not wish
The horse
Would eat
Papa whole.

I too would be
Cruel then.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Thing For Words

words

kiss on pages...

words kill

on lips...

words

hang with mind...

words

spread with a love...

all about words...

only speak at

bad..with good...

god words are

good......

devil words are

bad...

are

some thing...

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Hot Potatoes

My baby woke me up this mornin
She said get down that labour exchange,
And if you dont come home with a job son,
Youll get no dinner to-day.
You gotta secure me a weekly workin wage.
Youll get no more fancy cookin,
Youll get no more apple pie,
Youll just get those plain hot potatoes
To satisfy your appetite.
La la la la la la potatoes,
Boiled, french fried, any old way that you wanna decide.
Hot potatoes, yeh,
I want your lovin every single day.
I said I dont need your fancy cooking,
I like the simple things in life,
Just give me those plain hot potatoes
And Ill be well satisfied,
Theyll satisfy my appetite.
La la la la la la potatoes,
Boiled, french fried, any old way that you wanna decide.
Hot potatoes, yeh,
I want your lovin 60 minutes an hour,
I want your lovin 24 hours a day,
I want your lovin 7 days a week.
Yeh, yeh, oh yeh.
I want your love, I need your love,
But all I get is hot potatoes
When I come home late at night
To satisfy my appetite.
Dont give me no more potatoes,
Boiled, french fried, any old way you wanna decide.
Hot potatoes,
I want your lovin every single day.
I want your lovin
La la la la la la potatoes,
Boiled, french fried, any old way that you wanna decide.
Hot potatoes, hot potatoes, yeh.

song performed by by Kinks
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Papa He Said

Oh papa he said you must turn the lights down low
Oh papa he said that way no one will ever know
And papa he said what kind of trouble are you in?
Well papa he said you must go down on your knees
Oh papa he said you must do what it takes to please
Papa he said if youve done everything Ive told you to
And Ive never had the feeling in the past
And I never felt I needed to impress
I should know
Well papa he said you must walk up the hill
Oh papa he said if you dont someone else will
Papa he said if youve done everything Ive told you to
And Ive never had the feeling in the past
And Ive never felt I needed to impress
Well papa he said you must turn the lights down low
Oh papa he said that way no one will ever know
Papa he said if you follow him wherever he may go, dont say no
Oh papa he said you must walk up the hill
Papa he said if you dont no one else will
No one else will
Turn the lights down low
No one will know
Turn the lights down low
The lights down low...

song performed by by Genesis
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The 'Potato' Poem

I love potatoes chopped up into chunky chips.
I love spicy potato wedges, served up with dips.
I love potato slices which have been fried in a pan:
Of sautéed potatoes, I am the world's biggest fan.

I love potatoes which have been pummelled and bashed
With butter and milk to make a real light, fluffy mash.
Jacket potatoes, I find a bit dry, but with a nice filling
Such as chilli, to give them a try, I am more willing.

With breakfast, I love hash browns or potato cakes,
And I love potatoes mixed up with leeks in a bake.
Crispy, golden potatoes, served up with Sunday roast
Are among the kinds of potato which I love the most.

Mixed in soups and casseroles, I love potatoes diced.
On top on minced beef hotpot, I love potatoes sliced.
Fluffy potato stuffed inside a crispy potato croquette
Is also rather nice, and, for me, it is another safe bet.

I love potatoes cut into crisps: the slices, wafer thin,
And, as a starter, I simply love loaded potato skins:
I do adore a delicious dish of Bombay potato curry:
For me, it is a taste which I won't forget in a hurry.

I like potatoes diced up with creamy mayonnaise,
Served up with salad on really hot summer days.
But I don't like potatoes which have been boiled:
From potatoes, cooked this way, in horror, I recoil.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Grits Aint Groceries

If I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries,
Eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa was a man.
All around the world
Id rather be a fly
And light on my babys head,
Ill stay with that
Woman til I die.
A toothpick in my hand,
I dig a 10-foot ditch
And ride through the jungle
Fightin lions with a switch,
Because ya know I love ya baby,
Well, you know I love you baby,
And if I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries,
Eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa must-a been a man.
Well, its all around the world and I got
Blisters on my feet
A-tryin to find my baby,
A-bring her back to me.
If you see my baby,
I know shell be convinced.
If it dont send her back to me,
It just
Dont make no sense,
Because ya know I love ya baby,
Well, you know I love you baby.
If I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries and eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa must-a been a man.
Well,
All around the world
I never will forget
I lost all my money, my woman and my pet,
But I got to have you baby,
I got to settle for nothin less,
Give up all my good time for the sake of happiness,
Because ya know I love ya baby,
You know,
You know I love you baby.
If I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries,
Eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa must-a been a man.
I said, if I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries,
Eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa must-a
Mona lisa must-a been a man.
Well,
If I dont love ya baby,
If
I dont love you baby,
If I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries,
And eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa must-a been a man.
Mona lisa must-a been a man.

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Tell Me Again

Tell me again papa,
Of how my life was taken, .
Tell me again papa of how reality was shaken.

Tell me again mama,
Of how my life ended.
Tell me again mama,
Of how my human instincts faded.

Tell me again papa,
Of how I took my true form.
tell me again papa,
About the blackness of the storm.

Tell me again mama,
Of how you teet sunk into my skin.
tell me again mama,
Of how I came to win.

Tell me again papa,
About the pain that gave me forever.
Tell me again pap,
Of how you made me so clever.

Tell me again mama,
Of all the time we have to share in our own empire.
tell me again mama,
Oh how I became a vampire.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Papa Luv It A. K. A Poppa Luv It

Intro:
I do this for you baby
Papa luv it do, yknowimsayin
Mmm,
(do you want to be a player) yeah
(then you got to have that flavour)
More of that mr.smith flavour, bust ya brain right quick, yknow
(do you got to be right) second move yknowimsayin?
(at all times? ) yeah, all the time, all good
Verse 1:
Uhh, thats the sound of the man
Workin with the mic in my hand
Ready or not here I come
Its another one (damn, not another one) yeah
We bring it just like dat (like dat)
Droppin triple platinum flavour on the drum tap
Dog a donut nice and crafty
Poke your lips out sassy when you ask me
Special request is granted (aah)
Head all slanted, (uhh) the gym has planted
(so what you tellin me youre too smooth to pop? )
If it pops should I stop fore it drops?
Who knows? who goes? who flows?
Me and you? (yeah) just remember boo
(I promise Ill remember) everything I do girl
(I promise) I do it for you, word is bond (I know) word is bond
Chorus:
Papa luv it way she does it
(do you wanna be a player? ) uh
Papa luv it way she does it
(then you got to have that flavour) yeah
Papa luv it way she does it
(do you got to be right)
(at all times) papa luv it way she does it
*repeat*
Verse 2:
Feel it, hold out your hands (and) open up (damn)
Now let it flow from both cups (aw man)
Is he good? (no doubt) all the time, miss
Is he right? (no doubt) one of a kind, miss
Now tell me what you really talkin bout in three words or less
Ladies (get it out) like this
I luv it when I give it to you raw, baby
Hate to hurt but hurtin makes you crazy (crazy)
Its my duty to dig booby
Make a video (yo, you mean my own movie) yup
You can star, here we are
Theres ya blow, let it flow, you already know
Undress slow, I drop a lil french on ya
Then geronimo!
You wanna bed debut
Take your time, do it slow, just remember boo
Chorus
Interlude:
This is that skin music, that midnight-rub-you-right skin music (x3)
Top choice if ya choose it
Chorus/outro:
Papa luv it way she does it
(do you wanna be a player? ) yeah its everything I luv
(then you got to have that flavour)
Make it right for ya baby, yknowimsayin?
Papa luv it way she does it
(do you got to be right) take you to the next level, word is bond
(at all times? )
Papa luv it, I take you to the next level baby, Ill take you there
Papa luv it way she does it
You see a lot of brothers is afraid to do things like this,
Youknowimsayin?
Papa luv it way she does it
But I aint scared to be smooth, baby
I aint afraid of love, yknowimsayin? Ill take you there
Im willing to go there, papa luv it way she does it, word is bond
(do you wanna be a player? ) its that flavour I love, yknowimsayin?
I like to bring it like that (do you wanna be a player? )
I love bringin it, ha ha, I love bringin it
(do you wanna be a player? ) it really is sick, yknowimsayin?
Todd know what I mean (do you wanna be a player? )
Big cole know what I mean
Huh, flash know what I mean, my man zel know what I mean
Word is bond, papa luv it baby, yeah

song performed by by LL Cool J
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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