Lyrics Spoonerisms, Anne Murray
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Nobody robbed a liquor store on the lower part of town.
Low Roddy bobbed a sticker lore on the po'-er tart of noun.
[po'=short for "poor"]
Submitted by: Ron N. O'Connor
He caught me lying,
And he caught a train.
He caught me lying,
And he taught a crane.
Submitted by: Consuela Sanchez
Here come the teardrops, bitter they are, harder they fall.
Here drum the tear cops, bitter they are, harder they fall.
Submitted by: Alan Toyce
It's Christmas in Killarney, with all of the folks at home.
It's Christmas in Killarney, with all of the hoax at foam.
Submitted by: Lori Tirol
Can't wait till you take me and set all my feelings free.
Can't wait till you take me and fret all my ceilings fee.
Submitted by: Nicole Velocin
Fire out of control, just another fool.
Fire out of control, fist another jewel.
Submitted by: Nicole Velocin
I'm just another woman in love, a kid out of school,
A fire out of control, just another fool.
I'm just another woman in love, a skid out of cool,
A fire out of control, fist another jewel.
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean, The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green.
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean, The unborn crass lies waiting for its goat to turn to green.
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean, The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green.
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean, The unborn lass cries waiting for its goat to turn to green.
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean,
The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green.
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean,
The unborn lass cries waiting for its goat to turn to green.
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
So spread your tiny wings and fly away....
So tread your spiny wings and fly away....
Submitted by: Margo Gram
So spread your tiny wings and fly away....
So wed your tiny springs and fly away....
Submitted by: Margo Gram
The breeze along the river seems to say
The seize along the river seems to bray
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
The snowbird sings the song he always sings, And speaks to me of flowers that will bloom again in spring.
The snowbird sings the song he always sings, And speaks to me of bowers that will flume again in spring.
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
The snowbird sings the song he always sings,
And speaks to me of flowers that will bloom again in spring.
The snowbird sings the song he always sings,
And speaks to me of bowers that will flume again in spring.
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
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