100 lyrics for "Get low, get low"
Just when things are getting complicated in the eye of the storm She flicks a red-hot revelation off the tip of her tongue It does a dozen somersaults and it leaves you supercharged Makes me wanna blow her candles out just to see if you glow in the dark
PlayHe would spend it on the ponies He would spend it on the girls Buy his mother gin and roses For her poor old hennaed curls And when his wife said, "Hey now What did you get for me?" He socked her in the chopper Such a sweet, sweet guy was he
PlayI'm so lonesome I could cry Hear the lonesome whipperwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low Well maybe the night is cold But together they fade Like the shadow that ran up to the hills Trying to fix her wings There's a saint and
PlayClouds and clowns You don't have to come down Tell it like it is You don't have to die before you live Life, woo ooo, life, woo ooo You might get angry sometimes But don't let it turn you around All you gotta do is get your livin' now
PlayI wanna see ya Follow the leader Follow my leader Let's lose control When I say go When I say viva We'll take it low We'll get it louder
PlayI'm so sorry A son of a stepfather So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go You'll never be loved till you've made your own You gotta face up, you gotta get yours You never know the top till you get too low The sun shines on everyone, everyone love
PlayCome together, yeah Come together, right now Here come old flat top He come groovin' up slowly He got joo joo eyeballs He one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker
PlayNow I'm wavin' You know just takin' it slow, baby I think I'm bad as hell I got issues, out of line Sayin' tomorrow I'll get the dishes Easy bake, easy wake up on Just give as much as you take Forgive as much as you hate
PlayI wanna get high On some low country Where the sun meets the water Sounds right on the money Let's let that tide take us for a ride Girl, wherever it wants to All night long And the nights get hotter
PlayWhat did your mama tell you about lies She said it wasn't polite to tell a white one What did your daddy tell you about lies He said one white one turns into a black one So, it's gettin' ready to blow It's gettin' ready to show Somebody shot off at the
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