Prince Lyrics

Prince Lyrics

"Cloreen Bacon Skin Lyrics"

Sybil Lyrics
I ran away from the black church on fire golden and silver trees falling on me their leaves just like tears of mercy I reached the lake whose waters changed into ice they tried to bury me as a violet light took me a wild scream skinned inside I looked around, myriads myriads of mirrows all my images went out of their glass showing me their hands a red cross stamped with blood I was the victim of a sacrifice they tried to bury me as a violet light took me a wild scream skinned inside

Yeah, one of 'em.
Yeah, one of them nice breezy motherfuckers

Nigger. what U lookin' 4 nigger?
Oh hold it, stop
Motherfucker didn't even have the headphones on
U. U.

This song is called.
This song is called Bacon Skin, hit me
It's dedicated 2 my first wife
Her name is, oh Lord, Cloreen
She's just fat, hit me

2 nasty
I said now big dumb U
U. Bacon Skin
Just fat, but U know where it's at
I wish U was thin
Cloreen Bacon Skin

Brotch, U can't fuck with that, look out
And the band said
And look out, said
Wait a minute, I said
Bacon Skin, hit me
Sexy
Don't touch noth. don't U touch snare or cymbal
U just tap, good God

I wanna sing 2 this girl
I said baby, wait a minute
When we're all alone
We try 2 make love
Somebody call U on the phone
I don't know what his name is
But I know, I know this is life
But that, that's real, baby, U my wife
Cloreen Bacon Skin, wait a minute

Oh good God, I said
Wait a minute
Oh, then the band said
Nice and breezy, nice and breezy, come on I said
Once more on the 1, come on
And the band said
That's alright, that's alright
U old motherfucker, U a senior citizen, look out
U can't fuck with me
I'll drive U 2 the ground
OK Jerome, open the high hat, here we go

Rumbling, rumbling, yes
Keep that pocket, don't get excited, come on
Yeah, come on, said splash
Good God
Everybody say Cloreen Bacon Skin
Everybody say
U can't fuck with that
Eruption in your face
I'm 2 sexy, I'm 2 sexy, sexy one in the place, good God
I'm sexy, lovesexy right
Tree Tops Lyrics
when i was a young girl trying to find her way above the tree tops, the tree tops, the tree tops when i was a young girl trying to find her way above the tree tops, the tree tops, the tree tops i did not care, i did not care what they called me, what they called me i'll float above the ocean the sun above is burning my head i will grow wings and fly everywhere when i was a young girl trying to find her way above the tree tops, the tree tops, the tree tops i did not care, i did not care what they called me, what they called me no, i did not care, i should not care what they called me, what they called me i'll float above the ocean the sun above is burning my head i will grow wings and fly everywhere butter warm clouds are dripping into my mouth tasting of golden
down 2 my feet, good Lord
And I'm sexy, good God, with the bacon meat
Pork meat, close the high hat up, come on say

I can smell that shit
That's nasty, 2 nasty
Y'all let me go, look out
Good God, nasty bass
Good mutha, eruption in your face
Good God, look out said

Cloreen, I got somethin' 4 ya
What's the matter, don't U like me?
Am I 2 old?
Splash, oh shit!
Oh shit

I can't stand it, I can't stand it
Now when I look in the mirror
And I see this ugly face, good God
I just wanna run, I wanna run over 2 your place, yes
I wanna see, good God, someone that's uglier than um, um.
I said, I said uglier than me
Uglier than me
Cloreen Bacon Skin

Nice and breezy, look out now
I said fellas, what's the word? {x2}
Look out
Bacon Skin, come on, splash
What U go'n do with that?
Everybody, everybody come on, dance
Everybody come on, dance
We ain't gonna put no more instruments on this
Just me and Bacon Skin
Alright, that Cloreen's brother 4 my drummer, look out
Oh shit, my hat done fell off
Oh, somebody gonna see my bald spot
Good God, I don't care
I got Bacon Skin
Bacon Skin on my plate, good God
I want 2 love ya
Cloreen, why U wanna make me wait?
I wanna get sexy, I said
Oh Lord, I said
I wanna get sexy
Cloreen, come on, get down
Come on, splash

Come on, good God
Cloreen's brother Alfred
Alfred, Alfred, I need U 2 talk 2 me son, come on
Alfred, good.
Come on, Alfred, talk 2 me now
I wanna. I got 2 hear U say, say Alfred
I can't hear ya, come on, talk 2 me now
Alfred, come on, talk 2 me now <
Only a Picture Stops Time Lyrics
I looked at the pictures of you and I Taken before your love for me died And I relive the moments when you were mine 'Cause only a picture stops time I live in the present and look at the past I have no future, your love didn't last But I keep your picture so I won't lose my mind 'Cause only a picture stops time Each heartbeat reminds me that we're far apart Though I hold your picture so close to my heart So I'll have a moment with you now and then Since you once loved me I know you'll understand Why I keep your picture, I hope you kept mine 'Cause only a picture stops time
R> Come on, Bacon Skin
Alfred, do U hear me talkin' 2 ya?
Alfred, don't, don't ignore me
Say nigger, say
Talk 2 me, come on, come on, talk
What cha need, what cha need?
U wanna, U wanna open your hat?
U wanna open your hat? Well open it up, come on, get down
Yes!
Come on
The volcano erupt in your face, good God
Oh Lord, old nasty
Alfred, talk 2 me Alfred, come on
Oh Lord, I can't stand it
Talk 2 me Alfred, come on
There U go, come on, Lord
Alfred
Everybody else come on and dance, good God
Come on, everybody dance
Alfred, come on and dance
Dance
I can't stand it, I can't stand it, oh dance
Oh Lord
Alfred, jump up on the bell, come on, let's go, good God
Good God, oh shit
Old motherfucker say, I wanna say
We gonna take it home, yes we is
Rumbling, look out
U can't fuck with that shit, yes
Turn it up one time, come on, I said dance
Shit, oh Lord
Look out, I'm outta phase, I can't stand it
I said uh
I wanna see some of the Bacon Skin
Cloreen, Cloreen
U can't fuck with that, talk 2 me Alfred, come on
And the drummer say
Oh shit, Alfred
Well, where the hand claps at?
Good God, Alfred
We done burn the house down
Burn it down, burn it down, come on, come on
Say Alfred!

We done burn the house down, we got 2 go
We done burn it down, we got 2 go
What cha can U say after that?
Sexy, come on, come on
Everybody get sexy

Cloreen, I wanna talk 2 ya
Cloreen, oh Lord
Cloreen, U're the ugliest woman that I've ever seen
I'm not jivin'
Baby, there's one thing the Lord loves and that's the truth
And baby
Now That The Magic Has Gone Lyrics
In my life I've seen sorrow Heartache and pain I've been burned by the sunshine Been drowned in the pouring rain Had too many lovers And not enough love I've been tried and convicted For things I'm not guilty of I was locked in a prison Till you came and set me free So how can you say You're no good for me Now that the magic has gone You just wanna walk away Nothing left to say, anyway Now that the magic has gone There's no sense in holding on Baby now, now that the magic is gone You know love can be tender Love can be cruel It can smile like an angel While it treats you just like a fool It captures and haunts you Until you give in And it stacks the dice against you In a game you never can win Just when I was thinking Maybe luck was here with me You
U one ugly motherfucker
I'm not lyin' 2 ya
U know the Lord loves the truth, don't ya?
Well, why the hell can't U take a bath?
Cloreen Bacon Skin

Nice and breezy
We don't need no instruments
2 funky in here
Get sexy
Everybody get sexy
Yes, old nasty
This funk ain't goin' no place
Cuz it's old, it's old and sexy
Cloreen Bacon Skin

Pound on the floor tom one time, come on
Yes
We go'n. wanna go 2 the jungle one time
We gonna go 2 the jungle, good God
Go 2 the jungle one time, good God, said
And the band say one time
Good God, band said
Blisters, I got some blisters, good God
All my brothers and sisters, good God
Bacon Skin, good God
Everybody come on

Everybody
Bacon Skin
Alfred, we got 2 get the hell outta here
Oh Lord
Let's go over, yo, let's, let's.
Is this where U live Alfred?
Is this where U live?
Oh shit, this a nasty place, this is nasty
Everybody
This is nasty Alfred
Mmm, I like it, I like it
We, we can't stay here, we got 2 go
We got 2 go Alfred
Oh shit, 2 funky
We got 2 go Alfred
U got any old James Brown records? Huh?
Good God, everybody, Lord

Come on Alfred, pack your shit
We got 2 get the hell outta here
Open the hat one time, put on your hat, come on
Yes, oh shit
Put on your hat, good God
Oh Lord, jump up on the bell Alfred, come on, get your coat
Yes!
That's a nice coat Alfred
How much U pay 4 that?
That much, huh?
Yeah, I like it
U're glad I like it, huh?
Yes
Oh shit
I said oh Lord
Put on your boots Alfred, let's go
Ahhh!