Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nahh oh. Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah. . Late at night I lie awake. Thinking bout the love we had. Isnt it sad that it all turned to,.
He's like my Cloe shoes, Betsey bag, oh he's cute. He's my Marc Jacobs chain, Prada shades, what's his name?. He's my, he's my, he's my, he's my latest accessory.
Always. . I'll take the chance to say. I feel this emptiness when you walk away. And now I must confess. That it's not the same without you here with me.
ba-boboboboboo. ba-boboboboboo. . you went to school to learn ya. all the things you never knew before. like I after e except after c. and that 2 plus 2 makes 4 (na-na-na).
Oh yeah, alright, yeah. . I don't know the way that you want this to go. Baby, I'm so sick and tired of playin' your games. If you say the word, I'll be there, soon as it's heard.
(INTRO). yea..i know you prolly think i'm just some player you know what i'm talkin bout tryna get what i can and bounce but it ain't even like(ain't no playa).
You found me in the darkness. You Led me out with a great light. You took me in to bear your name. You adopt me in. . For you alone are Lord. And you alone my heavenly father.
Anyone could light a candle,. But not the way that you do.. Anyone could light a candle.. Just like a flower in the rain,. You are unique, the same.. Each step you take,.
A woman in your soul. Creates the man you hold. . And when the night comes. When you relax with me. I'll take you in my arms. I'll make you dream. . So just remember this.
You me, me you, when will we be. Love goes on, no hurry, tell me. That I know whatever has to be. . Since dreams have their reasons anyway. All the good love stories have their glory.
One. One, two, three, four. . Every second I have. I'll shake it in my hand. Fifty dollars and donuts. I'm gonna see the man. . Slide back I'm gonna have.
One. One, two, three, four. . Every second I have. I'll shake it in my hand. Fifty dollars and donuts. I'm gonna see the man. . Slide back I'm gonna have.
I can only stare and wonder. Dreams and visions. That I ponder, so clearly now. There before me, figure in darkness. Rage and anger, cold and heartless.
It's a cold hard pain, deep down inside,. Shared by the lonely, the evil, the holy.. It chooses no sides.... And it's hard... it's hard... hard.... . In the dead of night, in the dark we know,.
She calls out to the man on the street. "Sir, can you help me?. It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep,. Is there somewhere you can tell me?". . He walks on, doesn't look back.
In the fading light, she stumbles and falls. Too tired to cry, too proud to call. In a movie scene, played over again. Might as well just pretend. . Dream of America.
He arrived on the scene. With no past and no future. He seemed to know your dreams. Replace tears with laughter. Street corner whispers. Would mention his name.
The lives were taken. For feasts at the table. A life of misery. Ending with a shock. Brutal murder (brutal murder). All hands to the slaughter. Mass torture.
Imagine a world where no music was playing. Then think of a church with nobody praying. If you ever looked up at a sky with no blue. Then you've seen a picture of me without you.