Besedila:
The Paper Melody

Sometimes they're in a bottle Sometimes a pair of high-heel shoes Some come rolled in paper Some have six strings and only play the blues Once you've

paper right now I know just what I'd do Unwrite that song Unwrite that song 'Cause what he's sayin' to me Don't go with the melody Unsing them lines

beneath A poem that flows, caressing my skin In all of these things you reside and i Want you flow from the pen, bow and brush With paper and string,

sayin' what the hell do rap mean Rhythm Blunt Cru, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do rap mean Aiyo you rockin' to my melody

dark beneath A poem that flows caressing my skin In all of these things you reside and I Want you flow from the pen, bow and brush Then paper and string

a temporary parking place Mmm, mm, mm, mm A bubble for a minute Mmm, mm, mm, mm You smile, the bubble has a rainbow in it Say, it's only a paper moon

It was my first night in that rooming house In the last room down the hall I heard a hoarse voice and an old guitar Coming through the paper thin walls

the neighbors Make the headlines in the mornin' paper No, I don't wanna turn it down 'Cause there's nothin' like the rhythm of love so play it loud You're like a melody

drop the muthafuckin melody (well uh-huh) Y'all don't wanna get this thing crunked up (uh-huh) I got my pistol in my gut, nigga what! (uh-huh) Younger paper