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Yet again, word verification says it all: manden
Ry Cooder If Walls Could Talk Lyrics:
(Bobby Miller)
Well, if things could talk
then I'm sure you'd hear
A lot of things to make you cry my dear
Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
Oh, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
Ain't you glad [Glad]
Glad that things don't talk
Now, if shoes could tell where they've been
When you say you've been visiting a friend
Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
He-he-hey, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
But ain't you glad [Glad]
Glad that shoes don't talk
[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/HfsV ]
Now, if doors could tell who's turned the knob
When he's away out on his job
If cars could tell who's been inside
And who's been taking you out for a ride
Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
Oh, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
But ain't you glad [Glad]
Glad that cars don't talk
In a world of trouble I'd be
If things ever told on me
My whole life would be through
'Cause I'm guilty, how about you ?
If things ever talk that way
Ain't no telling what they might say
Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
Oh, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
Ain't you glad [Glad]
Glad that things don't talk
Lyrics: If Walls Could Talk, Ry Cooder [end]
neil has a lot of spare time. hey thanks for commenting on my blog again mr p, long time no see!
Drink up, baby, stay up all night
The things you could do, you won't but you might.
hey. i fucking commented yesterday but looks like it's gone to the ether. hate when that happens.
coincidentally (or no??) my 8 year old is making a graphic novel about the attack of the dead musicians.
mr peeeeee let's listen to dead artists and get fucked up. that would be most flumer (flumer being my word veri)
sometimes the simplest things distract me...this time it's that fan, front and center waving the big salad spoon.
must be a sign, or something
Maybe all the little pills are the ones' everyone else Od'd on. Od'd on, Od'd on......I love the way that sounds.
Od'd on
Od'd off
Od'd do si do
derchi (veriword)
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