no disrespect Deborah Ann. you raised your boy well. just gotta give this one up to the hood though. . you lift me up. when i'm feeling down. we had it bad from the start but i fell in love with you somehow.
I'm a Punk Rock Prom Queen. Brown paper magazine. Hotter than you've ever seen. And everywhere and in between. . I'm a ten-ticket thrill ride. Don't ya wanna come inside.
She was feeling 1972. Grooving to a Carole King tune. Is it too late, baby?. Is it too late?. . That boy was always up to no good. Smoking pot and playing pool.
Ooh, ohh. . So thats the way it is. You can just go find someone else. And let me go. Like you dont know owe me a thing. . But I can handle this. Ive been through it all before.
JOLIN IN THE HOUSE. DT IN THE HOUSE. JOLIN IN THE HOUSE. DT IN THE HOUSE. JOLIN IN THE HOUSE. DT IN THE HOUSE. OUR LOVE IN THE HOUSE. SWEET SWEET LOVE.
jeg faldt i søvn i bussen igen. kørte til vandet og tilbage igen. og da jeg vågnede kunne jeg ikke få øje på mig selv. . så blev det sommer. . den eneste anden passager vil være min ven.
There are so many sides to every story. And this is mine. A dirty pair of hands sometimes has to come clean. And now is the time. I just couldn't see love's great defection.
I'm looking for those old familiar faces. In the places I left behind. All the Townsons, Barnes and Staces. And some good old friends of mine. Because everyone is someone.
He always needs people to stare at him. She's always thinking that's not fair to them. Well he's found his new obsession. Giving off the wrong impression.
I could be desperate.. I think I'm brave.. Could stay and watch you.. (repeat). . You gave me nothing, an early grave.. I'm vegetating. I want more, more, more..
(I WISH MY DREAMS WERE AS SERENE). Aaaaaaall we'd do.... Thaaaaaaat's all we knew.... You know.... ...its true. (Typical Frusciante's scream). What couuuuuld....
Something these days in the air. I'm afraid to sing this song. ''cause no one answers me. Got in the way of this one chance of mine. I throw it back. It wasn't gonna last.
Mother was an incubator. Father was the contents. Of a test tube in the icebox. In the factory of birth. My name is 905. And I've just become alive. I'm the newest populator.
Cigarettes were a quarter then Bobby-socks and jeans were in. Elvis sang the songs that we loved so. And the most important thing to us was keeping gas in my old truck.
5 o'clock in the morning. And there is no one on the street but me. Well, it's 5 o'clock in the morning. And there is no one on the street but me. . And I am evil, tired and lonely.
Four guns west, this is not a test. A hawk is about to fly. San Diego, L.A., San Francisco yesterday. Rocking on Pacific time. Rolled into town and loose with a sound.
She walks into Smokey's one hip at a time. Like a broken field runner slippin' through the line. He likes the way she looks so he calls the little wife says.