Holes in our ceiling, holes in our roof Hope that we've got it made have gone in a poof When we gonna be turning the tide When we gonna see we got god on our side
Quail and dumplings down to the end God and her minions as our bosom friends We got empty tummies but it won't always be One day it's gonna be quail and dumplings for we
Too big our slippers, too small our bed Too bent our bosom and too broke our head We must tip the bottom in order to rise Find peace in a hobble to find home in the skies
Quail and dumplings down to the end God and her minions as our bosom friends We got empty tummies but it won't always be One day it's gonna be quail and dumplings for we
What are we, why did he do this? And I a woman, and you a man Why wait for someday, why make a plan? Fuck birds in the bushes, let's take 'em in hand
Weather ain't judgment and money ain't love The crimes of a criminal ain't doubt from above I'll hold your hand and we'll say it's enough Satisfied minds, clean hearts and clean tongues
Quail and dumplings, now to the end God and her minions as our bosom friends We got empty tummies but it won't always be One day it's gonna be quail and dumplings for we
One day it's gonna be quail and dumplings for we One day it's gonna be quail and dumplings for we One day it's gonna be quail and dumplings for we One day it's gonna be quail and dumplings for weTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
