Quail And Dumplings

holes in our ceiling, holes in our roof
 hope that we've got it made have gone in a poof
 when we gonna be turnin the tide
 when we gonna see we got god on our side
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 quail and dumplings down to the end
 god and her minions as our bosom friends
 we got empty tummies but it won't always be
 one day it's gonna be quail and dumplings for we
 too big our slippers too small our bed
 too bent our bosom and too broke our head
 we must tip the bottom in order to rise
 find peace in a hobble to find home in the skies
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 and i a woman and you a man
 why wait for someday, why make a plan
 fuck birds in the bushes let's take 'em in hand
 weather ain't judgment and money aint love
 the crimes of a criminal ain't doubt from above
 i'll hold your hand and we'll say it's enough
 satisfied minds clean hearts and clean tongues
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