Bear Walk Lyrics
| Song | Bear Walk |
| Artist | 熊山 |
| Album | I'm Alright |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Who’s that sleepin’ in my bed What’s that stocking on the floor | |
| Certainly you can’t be thinkin’ no one hears your sneakers sneakin’ | |
| out that garden door | |
| Who’s that sittin’ in my chair What’s that cookin’ on the stove | |
| You’ll regret your passing fancy if you think the grass is grassy | |
| on the other side | |
| Dig this, you made a mess a me and you, so what cha what cha waitin’ for | |
| Seems like, There’s only liquor when the plot gets thicker Ask Miss Ridinghood | |
| Lock that honey in the pot Hawk that apple that cha cored | |
| Doncha be so high falutin’ when you’ve got no where to move in, | |
| Eat that humble pie | |
| Straighten up the game is over, You regained your self composure, | |
| nothin’ left to hide | |
| Problem with the dalliances, Guilty feet have got no chances | |
| left to compromise | |
| Certainly you can’t be thinkin’ No one hears your snearkers sneakin | |
| Get that message through your head |
| Who' s that sleepin' in my bed What' s that stocking on the floor | |
| Certainly you can' t be thinkin' no one hears your sneakers sneakin' | |
| out that garden door | |
| Who' s that sittin' in my chair What' s that cookin' on the stove | |
| You' ll regret your passing fancy if you think the grass is grassy | |
| on the other side | |
| Dig this, you made a mess a me and you, so what cha what cha waitin' for | |
| Seems like, There' s only liquor when the plot gets thicker Ask Miss Ridinghood | |
| Lock that honey in the pot Hawk that apple that cha cored | |
| Doncha be so high falutin' when you' ve got no where to move in, | |
| Eat that humble pie | |
| Straighten up the game is over, You regained your self composure, | |
| nothin' left to hide | |
| Problem with the dalliances, Guilty feet have got no chances | |
| left to compromise | |
| Certainly you can' t be thinkin' No one hears your snearkers sneakin | |
| Get that message through your head |
| Who' s that sleepin' in my bed What' s that stocking on the floor | |
| Certainly you can' t be thinkin' no one hears your sneakers sneakin' | |
| out that garden door | |
| Who' s that sittin' in my chair What' s that cookin' on the stove | |
| You' ll regret your passing fancy if you think the grass is grassy | |
| on the other side | |
| Dig this, you made a mess a me and you, so what cha what cha waitin' for | |
| Seems like, There' s only liquor when the plot gets thicker Ask Miss Ridinghood | |
| Lock that honey in the pot Hawk that apple that cha cored | |
| Doncha be so high falutin' when you' ve got no where to move in, | |
| Eat that humble pie | |
| Straighten up the game is over, You regained your self composure, | |
| nothin' left to hide | |
| Problem with the dalliances, Guilty feet have got no chances | |
| left to compromise | |
| Certainly you can' t be thinkin' No one hears your snearkers sneakin | |
| Get that message through your head |
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