Primary may refer to:
Primary, a game on Armor Games.
The innocence of sleeping children
Dressed in white
And slowly dreaming
Stops all time
Slow my steps and start to blur
So many years have filled my heart
I never thought I'd say those words
The further we go
And older we grow
The more we know ...
The less we show ...
The very first time I saw your face
I thought of a song
And quickly changed the tune
The very first time I touched your skin
I thought of a story
And rushed to reach the end
Too soon
Oh remember
Please
Don't change
So the fall came
Thirteen years
A shiny ring
And how I could forget your name
The air no longer in my throat
Another perfect lie is choked
But it always feels the same
So they close together
Dressed in red and yellow
Innocent forever
Sleeping children in their blue soft rooms
Still dream
The further we go
And older we grow
Ain't that some shit?)
(Okay, ya ready to go?)
(Yeah)
Oh yeah!
Yeah! She's gotta have soul
Or it won't feel right
Well, just plain, clean, and simple
Wrapped up nice n' tight
And homegrown and down-home, that makes one
Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for me. Woo!
It's gettin' hard to find
Guess it ain't hip enough now
You take an average guy, he can't identify, uh
And there's a short supply of her fine, fine stuff
Lemme get on, lemme get on, lemme get on some o' that
Shake it up, bake it up nice, uh!
Lemme get on, lemme get on, lemme get on all that
I so love my baby's poundcake
Homegrown and down-home, yeah that's the one
Still cookin' with that old time, long lost recipe
Lemme get on some o' that
Uh-ah uh-ho ho
Uh-ah uh-ho ho. I want some o' that
Uh-ah uh-ho ho. Gimme some o' that
Uh-ah uh-ho ho-ow!
(Guitar Solo)
Ooh, got some real fine pound...poundcake. Ah
I've been out there
Tried a little bit of everything
But it's all sex without love
I found the real thing is poundcake
Homegrown and down-home, yeah that's the one
Still cookin' with that old time, long lost recipe, yeah. Woo!
She's down-home and down-home. Oh, that's my woman
Gimme some o' that
Uh-ah uh-ho ho
Uh-ah uh-ho ho. Lemme hold that
Uh-ah uh-ho ho. Uh!
Uh-ah uh-ho ho
Homegrown and down-home, woo! Come on babe
Gimme some o' that, gimme some o' that
Homegrown, way down-home. Yeah!
Uh-ah uh-ho ho, yeah, gimme some o' that. Woo!
C'mon baby
Homegrown, homegrown, down-home
Uh-ho ho
The innocence of sleeping children
Dressed in white
And slowly dreaming
Stops all time
I slow my steps and start to blur
So many years have filled my heart
I never thought I'd say those words
The further we go
And older we grow
The more we know
The less we show
The very first time I saw your face
I thought of a song
And quickly changed the tune
The very first time I touched your skin
I thought of a story
And rushed to reach the end
Too soon
Oh remember
Please
Don't change
And so the fall came
Thirteen years
A shiny ring
And how I could forget your name
The air no longer in my throat
Another perfect lie is choked
But it always feels the same
So they close together
Dressed in red and yellow
Innocent forever
Sleeping children in their blue soft rooms
Still dream...
The primary means of motivation
Walks onto her place on thirteenth street
The primary means of motivation
Paints a picture on her lover's face
The primary means of motivation
Walks onto her place on thirteenth
The primary means of motivation
Paints a picture on her lover
Primary means of motivation
Primary means of motivation
Primary means of motivation