Frien' wid you low-life? Hell no!. I hates yo' struttin' style,. Yes sir, and yo' god damn silly smile. an' yo' ten cent di'mons an' yo' fi'cent butts..
Die Strae na vom Regen. die Dämmerung bricht an.. Ich kann mich kaum mehr recht erinnern. wann diese Fahrt began. Ich mu noch einmal tanken. und dann bin ich am Ziel;.
I cant see no shelter. I cant see no place to hide from the storm. Shoreline slowly rising. Dry land getting hard to find. . There were these clues. Warnings written on the walls for us to find.
When you were just a girl the stars would fall into your hands. The universe and galaxies would yield at your command. From grassy fields and fallen leaves to ocean shores and glens.
No joke. She says I'll leave you. I'd never think to treat you. Like this I can't believe it. I'll give you 3 more chances then I'm gone for good. . She is reaching outer limits with him.
Remember the time, I held you like it was our last night?. It was an attempt to squeeze out feelings I left in you.. . I'm sorry that I got inside you and tried.
A pen and a piece of mind. Is all that I need to find. To document this mess of miscommunication. I'll seal it in a letter. Hope you can find the time.
Our stars are never aligned. Awaiting the unfeasible's. Of failure of our own design. You said you need to decide. If you're not gonna listen then don't bother to ask for advice.
She stares out the window. Counts raindrops until tomorrow. Today sees her crying. While Sting sings about the breath you take. She'll take fighting chances.
Ladies and gentlemen this is a Jazze Pihhzle product shizzle introducing Houston. . Woo shawty, u hurt me babe. Saw ur body a mile away. I really don't know who you came here with, 'cause all I see is what you're working.
Yeah girl I know you wanna. I know you do what you gotta do. But, it's me baby black. Come on yeah. . You comin' off innocent actin' all nervous and. Girl I could tell that you been here before.
Your comin off innocent actin all nervous and. Girl I can tell that you been here before. By the way that you pop your hips and the way that you bite your lip.
Gets all my love. Gets all my love. Gets all my love. Gets all my love. . Pick up the pace, keep it, freak it. Can ya keep a secret, so can I. Why ask why, try Bud dry.
(SKRAPZ)Pokin' out my eyeballs with pencils,. Outlinin' bodies with stencils,. I do a mass mutilation with kitchen utensils,. I'm krazee locked down up in my cell feedin' on bread and water,.
Theres a big dark house on the hill, a very large diralect house. Its known locally as hangmans folly. This old masion, well thats what it really is, is built on a hill, a strange and baron hill. A place where birds dont sing, and animals wont go, horshes shy, and dogs run with hairs raised in fright. Nothing can grow here, it is a dength and desolate place. Where nobody stays for long. They say its haunted, but we dont believe in haunted houses....DO WE?.
Well all right!. You want it, well I got it. Just a second, please try thinkin'. Mom and Dad keep forgivin'. A little man who keeps takin'. Black Jeans, or Mr. Taylor.
Sunset on candle road, stores are closed, the street lamps light up,. We take the long way home and dream of where the night will take us,. I'll roll all the windows down, let the magic in, and i'll float out,.