All The Way Over The Hill/Irish Loafer And His Hen - Roy Wood

You were my everything, all of you

When I sing, I feel you, lips tucking I feel u

Pussy wet you were my, special girl all of you, on my chest

Hide the hicky on your neck or the smile be upset

All of you, were mine

All of you, were fine

All of you were dimes, I miss you all but I, but I, but I

I’ve been gettin' faded in the city, (Heey)

Marylin Monroe in my body keep me up till the mornin'

It’s 3: 33 in the 6 on our way to the party

After clubbin'

I ain’t ever yawnin'

Girl you know im in the zone now?

Just to go in my dreams don’t talk to my mom now

She’s gone down yea she brokedown

She brokedown

Hold me down but i got?

boy in the city?

Girl I can take you down

I’m into light skin girls and I like chris brown

Ima do it all yeah

Smoking marijuana girl (o yeah, o yeah)

You know, you know, you know

I got you on the low if you want some more of me

But you don’t know about me, never

And the shit that I went through

All of you, were mine

All of you, were fine

All of you were dimes, I miss you all but I, but I, but I