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Cream Four Until Late

From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying I believe to my soul that your daddy's

(Robert Johnson) From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying. From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying. I believe to my soul

cup of coffee, a haircut, a lifeline A stranger to trust me, my father to love me Seattle, a sunburn, and lots of Todd Rungran I need a guitar, to do it on all fours

all that Jazz! That Jazz! [Roxie Hart] Say it again, Fred. [Fred Casely] Jesus. [Roxie Hart] Hey, why is the hurry? Amos ain't be home until midnight

I don't sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl

thing Just open up the door, and I get it myself Verse Two: Snaggle Puss Aiyyo the cream of the land has arrived I got with four hundred lashes and

young, too often, too many times, And it?s too late, But we?re not surrendering though, Fuck no we?re not, We?re on the offensive, On all fours in the

I don't sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl Ten

damn thing Just open up the door, and I get it myself [Verse Two: Snaggle Puss] Aiyyo the cream of the land has arrived I got with four hundred lashes