think about you, amsterdam. It's a lovely dog, huh. Yoko: yes, it's lovely. John: thank you very much. Visitor: here you are. John: thank you. You
don't want nobody else but you Nobody else can dance the way you do Nobody else romances me Or takes a second chance on me like you Like you Well, I love you
quite agree Nobody'd love me Then I look at you And love comes love shows I give my heart and no one knows That I do It's for you It's for you It's
after. well Think about you, amsterdam. it's a lovely dog, huh. Yoko: yes, it's lovely. John: thank you very much. Visitor: here you are. John: thank you. you
Cops see them and run, don't want no drama Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't wanna part of Mortar, hood haunted like the Dakota Where John Lennon
're starving back in China so finish what you got Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me
Jose MRS. ROBINSON And here's to you Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven
ass chords and lyrics recorded by a f*cking moron. You assume that the general public is not that stupid. You?re positive that nobody will want to listen to this. But you
, just so you could fail to lie Me, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this Fuck school, A and E murder major, ???? flavors, uh Listen to the coach you
them and run, don't want no drama Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota Where John Lennon
(John Lennon) Say you're looking for a place to go Where nobody knows your name You're looking for oblivion With one Eye on the Hall of Fame I don't
re starving back in China so finish what you got Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me there
: (John Lennon) Say you're looking for a place to go Where nobody knows your name You're looking for oblivion With one Eye on the Hall of Fame I don
and run, don't want no drama Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota Where John Lennon was
cry, just so you could fail to lie Me, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this Fuck school, A and E murder major, ???? flavors, uh Listen to the coach you