Smooth He Thinks She Don't Know歌词

She makes his coffee, she makes his bed She does the laundry, she keeps him fed When she was twenty-one she wore her mother's lace She said "forever" with a smile upon her face She does the car-pool, she PTAs Doctors and dentists, she drives all

Plowin' these fields in the hot summer sun Over by the gate lordy here she comes With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet tea I make a little room and she climbs on up Open up the throttle and stir a little dust Just look at her face

Pete Rock And Cl Smooth They Reminisce Over You(Troy) Intro: (i reminisce, i reminisce) x3 I reminisce, i reminisce Uh! (i reminisce, i reminisce) Yeah (i reminisce, i reminisce) (i reminisce, i reminisce) (i reminisce, i reminisce) Verse one: [cl] I

diamond life lover boy we move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy city lights and business nights when you require streetcar desire for higher heights no place for beginners or sensitive hearts when sentiment is left to chance no place to be

<Smooth> Sunb By "Santana" Man it's a hot one Like seven inches from the midday sun I hear you whisper & the words melt everyone But you stay so cool My mu-equita, my Spanish harlem mona lisa You're my reason for reason The step in my

As he came into the window Was a sound of a crescendo He came into her apartment He left the bloodstains on the carpet She was sitting at the table He could see she was unable So she ran into the bedroom She was struck down It was her doom Are you OK

She thinks I still care Just because I asked a friend about her Just because I spoke her name somewhere Just because I rang her number by mistake today She thinks I still care Just because I haunt the same old places Where the memory of her lingers e

Diamond life, lover boy He move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy City lights and business nights When you require streetcar desire for higher heights No place for beginners or sensitive hearts Sentiment is left to chance No place to be end

The Morning Of Smooth Sailing Lately I have noticed change, Like a vessel overcome by waves. Except our anchor's down, As we make paradise clear. Oh, how the years have passed, Progression's fast, but it never last, Long enough for us to steer. I am