keeps growing. No lights that might attract you, but in fact, where things ain't bright, well- a man can look and actually see the stars at night.... like
can't compare as far as taste Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion Well, it does seem a waste Eminently practical And yet appropriate as always, it's an idea Mrs
shrimps in my life I don't really like lobster Regina is too old but the sun is much older Still the sun with white teeth But Mrs. R with none Sun with
t stand a chance wit her. Jeffrey Dahmer, you lookin' like lunch to me. 'Bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy. Leave your whole head red like Peg
something to look at! If a girl isn't pretty Like a Miss Atlantic City, All she gets in life Is pity and a pat. [Mrs. Brice:] Is a nose with deviation
the poolroom for a beer, And sadly say to myself, I don't know anybody here. (Francis, don't go home again.) One thing I'd like to do, before the music
like a fuck, war at the black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do It's all actual we build
lay the chorus first Here we gooo now [Chorus:] My mom love valium and lots of drugs That's why I am like I am because I'm like her Because My mom
like that shit I know ya'll like that shit I know ya'll like that shit And uh just in case if ya'll want to know What I was actually saying at the end
girl (be my girl, be my girl, be my girl) Fuckin' with me can be dangerous (dangerous, dangerous) You never know what I really (be like, be like) (be like, be like
MRS. LOVETT: Seems a downright shame... TODD: Shame? LOVETT: Seems an awful waste... Such a nice, plump frame Wot's 'is name has... Had... Has
at the poolroom for a beer, And sadly say to myself, I don't know anybody here. (Francis, don't go home again.) One thing I'd like to do, before the music