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Chantilly Lace - The Rolling Stones

"Hello, baaaaby! Yeah, this is the Big Bopper speakin' Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, you sweet thing! Do I what? Will I what? Oh baby, you knoooow what I like! Chantilly Lace had a pretty face and a ponytail hangin'"

Chantilly Lace - Big Bopper

"Hello baby, yeah, this is the Big Bopper speaking Oh you sweet thing Do I what? Will I what? Oh baby, you know what I like Chantilly lace and a pretty face And a pony tail hanging down That wiggle in"

Chantilly Lace - Bopper Big

"Hello baby, yeah, this is the Big Bopper speakin hahahahahaha Oh you sweet thing Do I what Will I what Oh baby you know what I like Chorus Chantilly lace and a pretty face And a pony tail hanging down A"

Lace - Mullmuzzler

"(Guillory, LaBrie) Sit with me in the corner Where the lights are low Maybe you can make it right Maybe you can make it right With all the lights still covered There's something too familiar A little"

Lake Isle Of Innersfree - Sir Lord Baltimore

"She was to me As time is to eternity We were so free By Lake Isle of Innersfree My wounds have bled Was it something I left unsaid Where do I go? Seems like aeons of years ago When she lived for me I"

In & Around Greg Lake - Wondermints

"(d. sahanaja) Fire on fire on high Every little thing you say Seems to melt me away I don't know how Every single word you write Comes emulsion by night What can I do? Been around for such a long"

Down By The Lake - McFly

"Well you better get home cos your dad is awake Said he saw you last nite making out by the lake With a guy he hates He doesnt look at me the same way that you do Said i look pretty cute but i dont got"

Salt Lake City 1973 - Shawn Mullins

"Mormon's are everywhere battalions of bicycling bachelors with dark suits and well cropped hair we're Mormons too have been since '72 I'm riding between my brother and sister in the back seat of a '67"

Into The Lake Of Ghosts - My Dying Bride

"Enter the Ghost Lake. The waters whisper Of something brooding. No way out of here. Slow smouldering, Slow rain(ing) heat. Lapping at your skin Pulling you down again. I wish that I could Fan back to"

Lake Tahoe (For My Father) - Sherwood

"These steps they remind me of places that I used to know, The smell and the sand of Lake Tahoe, The restaurants and strip malls and chimney smoke, And these bricks remind me of places I used to go,"

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