| You know, now, how I love ya" - Lock and loll, baby. |
| Would you like to loll away the time? |
| And the thinking pattern is not just loll's. |
| But my husband doesn't loll. |
| But when you get to be my age and you loll around in bed them rheumatoids kick in. |
| You know, now, how I love ya" - Lock and loll, baby. |
| Would you like to loll away the time? |
| And the thinking pattern is not just loll's. |
| But my husband doesn't loll. |
| But when you get to be my age and you loll around in bed them rheumatoids kick in. |
| He never lolls. |
| I was talking on the sea bank, and the bauble falls me thus about my neck so hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me, so shakes and pulls me! |
| Remove the Scepter which lolls above our heads... and destroy the threat of revolution forever! |
| She hangs and lolls and weeps upon me. So hales... |
| She just lolls around on her bed, flapping her palsied trotters. |
| He never lolls. |
| I was talking on the sea bank, and the bauble falls me thus about my neck so hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me, so shakes and pulls me! |
| Remove the Scepter which lolls above our heads... and destroy the threat of revolution forever! |
| She hangs and lolls and weeps upon me. So hales... |
| She just lolls around on her bed, flapping her palsied trotters. |
| You have the lolled light. |
| You'll forget about it when you're lolling on those sunny sands in Florida, you lucky dog, you. |
| Besides, I don't hold with lordships lolling about the House of Commons. |
| Brazen, lolling creatures in silks and satins. |
| Come, Fanny. It is a shocking trick for a young person to always be lolling upon a sofa. |
| He is not lolling on a lewd love-bed... but on his knees at meditation. |
| You have the lolled light. |
| You'll forget about it when you're lolling on those sunny sands in Florida, you lucky dog, you. |
| Besides, I don't hold with lordships lolling about the House of Commons. |
| Brazen, lolling creatures in silks and satins. |
| Come, Fanny. It is a shocking trick for a young person to always be lolling upon a sofa. |
| He is not lolling on a lewd love-bed... but on his knees at meditation. |
