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The Doors Lions In The Street

Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm? Or a lion through a busy street bazaar? There are many things I'd love to turn you on to But somehow

leaves quick, but I hope he locked the door first! L, lion: Typewriter hears a lion roaring offscreen and is really scared but types, "l, lion." Lion

(A) 59 Christie Street There's a girl over there With long brown hair I took her to the place I threw the mattress in her face Took off her shirt Took

Next door to some bullshit they ironed Ya'll be makin up stories that them little kids be buyin I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany lion I ain

place to hide A place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum? I can't make it anymore The man is at the door Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate

on your elevator, open your door, see you late I drop sticks of dynamite, open your mailbox Don't look for guns, I paid some crackheads for yo' glocks Your style berback(?), lion

s them blues that really make them move Oh do they hang on Beale Street, music blasting out of every door Oh do they hang on Beale Street, music pouring

of tin Wouldn't buy my sweat! LABOURER You broke the law It's there for people to see Why should you get the same As honest men like me? VALJEAN Now every door

Resurrect dead poets through the art of rhymin' A professor with extra hard assignments Inspired by the stars alignments I cause defiance with bars of science Devour my prey like the jaws of lions