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Post by iameye on Sept 12, 2011 7:32:13 GMT -5
g et back to where you once belongedplease get back where you belong I woke up this mornin', Lucille was not in sight I asked my friends about her but all their lips were tight
Lucille, please come back where you belong I've been good to you, baby, please don't do me wrong vimeo.com/groups/videofronta/videos/12319912Lucy, in the light shop waiting to get back Nothing too much, just outtasight! Just say the word, though, and we can get back in a lol
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Post by iameye on Sept 12, 2011 7:49:34 GMT -5
Here she comes, with her girlfriendsWalking in circles, making their way hand in hand And she plays, with her girlfriendsShe’s one in a million, coming again and againWhen she laughs with her girlfriends You know it’s a true love, a true love that’s so innocent
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Post by iameye on Sept 12, 2011 8:08:54 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Sept 12, 2011 9:15:28 GMT -5
It seems that it loves to be petted and played with. There's also a certain way you hold it, the certain noises it makes, the way it excites me ... and Lucille don't want to play anything but the blues ... Lucille is real, when I play her it's almost like hearing words, and of course, naturally I hear cries." — B.B. King, liner notes from the album, Lucille, 1968 B.B. Kingdig it, like door is Day My Kingdom, come!
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