Istvan Oszkar songs
Everyone is know that Mr. Rusty has many fine lovely romantic songs, yes? I believe they are call sappy. This is inspiration for me because I am romantic guy also. It was a most happy day for me to receive email from Mr. Rusty who has made song from my romantic words.
Like an Angel
Words written by Istvan Oszkar of Istvan and the Oszkars
Music and performing by Mr. Rusty Blake
She’s whimsy in a summer dress
She charms me with each sweet caress
The loving gaze that’s in her eyes
Always makes my passion rise
The hand of fate’s one perfect plan
Says she’s my girl and I’m her man
Heavenly halos, gossamer wings
My babe don’t talk, but how she sings…
My baby
Farts like an angel
My baby
Farts like an angel
My baby
Farts like an angel
Makin’ music all night long
No need to whisper that she’s here
I always sense when baby’s near
She warms me on a winter’s night
I hold my breath and snuggle tight
Fossil fuels aren’t made to last
But every night my babe’s a gas
I look at her and see her squirm
She’s got those rosy cheeks squeezed firm
My baby
Farts like an angel
My baby
Farts like an angel
My baby
Farts like an angel
Makin’ music all night long
I’ve never seen her scratch or burp
Pick or flick or even slurp
Life with her brings endless treats
There’s bubbles rippling through the sheets!
My baby
Farts like an angel
My baby
Farts like an angel
My baby
Farts like an angel
Oops, there goes another thong
My baby
Farts like an angel
My baby
Farts like an angel
My baby
Farts like an angel
Makin’ music all night long
Yes, making’ music all night long
Please to note: Angyalka asks that you understand that these words are no about her. This is true. Angyalka does not fart like an angel.
Like an Angel
Words written by Istvan Oszkar of Istvan and the Oszkars
Music and performing by Mr. Rusty Blake
She’s whimsy in a summer dress
She charms me with each sweet caress
The loving gaze that’s in her eyes
Always makes my passion rise
The hand of fate’s one perfect plan
Says she’s my girl and I’m her man
Heavenly halos, gossamer wings
My babe don’t talk, but how she sings…
My baby
Farts like an angel
My baby
Farts like an angel
My baby
Farts like an angel
Makin’ music all night long
No need to whisper that she’s here
I always sense when baby’s near
She warms me on a winter’s night
I hold my breath and snuggle tight
Fossil fuels aren’t made to last
But every night my babe’s a gas
I look at her and see her squirm
She’s got those rosy cheeks squeezed firm
My baby
Farts like an angel
My baby
Farts like an angel
My baby
Farts like an angel
Makin’ music all night long
I’ve never seen her scratch or burp
Pick or flick or even slurp
Life with her brings endless treats
There’s bubbles rippling through the sheets!
My baby
Farts like an angel
My baby
Farts like an angel
My baby
Farts like an angel
Oops, there goes another thong
My baby
Farts like an angel
My baby
Farts like an angel
My baby
Farts like an angel
Makin’ music all night long
Yes, making’ music all night long
Please to note: Angyalka asks that you understand that these words are no about her. This is true. Angyalka does not fart like an angel.
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