The Count: Oh, Count von Count's continuous country cookin' downhome diner If you like home cookin' try it Transylvanian style At Count von Count's continuous
Counting is wonderful, Counting is marvelous, Counting's the best thing to do. Counting is happiness, Counting is ecstasy, I love to count, don't you
(Herbert Birdsfoot is standing next to three blocks lined up in a row.) Herbert: Hi! Herbert Birdsfoot here, and now it's time for Grover's counting
One, two, three, four, five, six pox Rest your wings Seven, eight, nine, ten As I count your green things Eleven, twelve and thirteen pox Now close your
You know that I am called the Count Because I really love to count I could sit and count all day Sometimes I get carried away I count slowly, slowly,
Go to sleep, my little bat, Oh, say good night to your black cat. Do not put on your nightgown, You'll be sleeping upside down. Go to sleep my little
I live by the river on the wrong side of town Nothing much to do here, but listen to the sound Of the train I'll never catch passing me by Of the muddy
Tough, you think you've got the stuff You're telling me and anyone You're hard enough You don't have to put up a fight You don't have to always be right
One more card and it's 22 Unlucky for him again He never had respect for money it's true That's why he never wins That's why he never ever has enough
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Bad enough i got time killing me It keeps dragging on But now it seems you're a burden to me The way you're hanging on Who the fucks gonna hold your hand
I make mistakes like any man But I try to love you best I can I can't convince you though heaven knows I try I've tried to make you see to make you believe
I make mistakes like any man But I try to love you the best I can I can't convince you, oh heaven knows i've tried, I've tried to make you see, to make
(4'30) Combien de mots dans la phrase on se jette a la figure Combien de fleurs dans le vase pour refermer la blessure Combien de combats de trop et d
Uncle Whitey, Uncle Whitey Can you tell us a bedtime story? Be right here, bed time thing Yeah, can you tell some bedtime stories Please Once upon a
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She cries and tells me she needs your love And that's she's not giving up so easily She tries to hold on to promises I can't help but wish she was holdin
I guess you wonder what's become of me? Well, I'm doing fine I've just got so much to do I lose track of time I come home and go to sleep, I get up and