Potato...
That is all.
That's deep, man. I need to take a moment to collect myself here. That's very touching.
i know..it just warms my heart...
Your soul is the perfume of the evening
Your heart is the perfume of the evening
Don't ask me about my warm heart
Perhaps, my heart has frozen
In volcanoes of tears
Ask the night
Ask all stars
About my warm heart
Yearning in your chest
Love in your chest
As dreams of childhood
As the primrose
Our life
Our names
All beginnings
All ends
In your chest as the white flower
Ask the snow about me
Ask winter season
Perhaps they will tell you,
About my warm heart
When the evening comes…… hurhur
(It's funky fresh Eazy E) new kid on tha block
And already got a fat girl on my jock
Now my story's kinda simple, so please take it simple
As I tell you a tale bout this big fat pimple
I was chillin on the ave, drinkin some booze
Saw a fatty comin my way, so what was I to do?
I busted a U, went tha other way again
but forgot that tha Avenue was a dead end
I turned around, here she came, stride for stride
funky fat like that, bout two thirty-five
Stampede was rushin, I double looked
and she had more chins than a chinese phonebook
Five four three ugly as can be, she said
Hello Eazy E. Do you remember me? (I said no)
Huhu yes you do suga
My name is Bertha but you can call me booga
Remember the time when you were drunk at a party
We was slow dancin, give ya all this body
When she said that she loved me, I was in shock
Oh my God got a fat girl on my jock
