way into your house I must, I'm lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To take a bite, but I know one will turn To three or four
as backs are turned in soaps They?re sharpening their claws Meanwhile my whole world is collapsing The congregation?s nervous Especially bride to be There?s three
three biggest lies in the world, The ones my Daddy first told me, And that was the beginning of my sexual life And the end of my fantasy. I said, "This
you remember the Saturday gigs? We do, we do The tickets for the fantasy were twelve and six a time A fairy tale on sale Oh, seventy-three was a jamboree
know he gets three It ain't hard to figure out, it's as simple as can be Don't ask me, ask the money man These boys are livin' in a fantasy land I just
DEVIL Making Christmastime WOLF MAN Here comes Jack JACK I don't believe what's happening to me My hopes, my dreams, my fantasies Hee, hee, hee, hee
to "find himself" out on the road. I guess when Love goes wrong, you've gotta learn to be strong. So, I worked two jobs. And I moved three times
'm out to learn to trust in your return I want you to know what it is you do to me [Chorus] All I need are three words from you baby three words from
Well, we do okay with the things God gave us But will it be enough when it's time to save us One in three can't read, so many mouths to feed We just sit
You see, in the past I had a dream, a fantasy I thought that we would last Become a little family Then one, two, three, four The years were flying by
've got this fantasy It's a fourth gear ecstasy In held up situations like these I'd really like to be the king of all of me Twenty-three, going on Zero
in for a surprise What's underneath my exterior You do your best to put your name on it But you couldn't ever put your claim on me Create your fantasies
violent You think you is, you must be living on Fantasy Island Your mammies mad, get your ass wiped out like Thailand Hit my phone and got what left and hit the three
break it on the mic all night 'Cuz I'm Salt everybody, yeah, Salt I'm the Pepa everybody, the Pepa Come see the three Young ladies in the fellas' fantasies
Get off the bus and I caught myself running Into the truck stop at three in the morning Oh shit And you thought you had time to take a dump Drop the kids
After the dance I walked my baby home under the moonlight It was a scene, right from my fantasy She said the things that made me wanna say How much I
on the bed Exotic fantasies goin' through her head (Take two) I jump into my SL6 I gotta make my way to the crib mad quick (Take three) I see my baby
With this one I can be what I wanna be I don't have to live up to no one's fantasy I could write another three hundred melodies To her it's just three