Huffamoose - Like a Weed Lyrics
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Like a Weed
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What Are The Lyrics For Like a Weed By Huffamoose?
What a beautiful day
I'm enjoying the breeze Enjoying the coffee What a beautiful Sense of the world you and I have What is it darling? Don't get into that now We've got nothing but time Can we get through the morning please Did you see what the cat did? He laid on his back With his paws in the air And he wanted to play And he wanted to play with me but I was Dealing with this Dealing with that Righting a wrong Pushing myself through the dirt like a weed And then getting stepped on what a slow burning night It's a hot one for sure If it rains we'll be lucky Is that sex in your eyes Is it time to get down Time to get funky Lose the glasses my love I could sure use a drink Is it caught on the pillow Did you see what the cat did? He laid on his back With his paws in the air And he wanted to play And he wanted to play with me but I was dealing with this Dealing with that Righting a wrong Pushing myself through the dirt like a weed And then getting stepped on Oh you caught me in my Monday morning I've been making the rounds Every symptom is real Every secret is circus In the kitchen it hangs With the birds in the sky And the ocean and I And the foot you can see In the corner that's me In all my glory dealing with this Dealing with that Righting a wrong Pushing myself through the dirt like a weed And then getting stepped on Oh you caught me in my Monday morning |
Who Wrote Like a Weed By Huffamoose?
Craig S. Elkins
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What's The Duration Of The Like a Weed By Huffamoose?The duration of Like a Weed is 3:41 minutes and seconds. |
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