If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man,. You win some, lose some, all the same to me,. The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say,.
Time,Time,Time. See what's become of me. While I look around for my possibilities. I was so hard to please. . Look around,. Leaves are brown,. And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Liefste, de nacht is als een gedicht. Vol van mysterie en verlangen. Diep in jouw ogen glanst 't sterrenlicht. Dat mij in boeien houdt gevangen. Oud is 't verhaal en vaak reeds verteld.
Standing at the Argos. Basement where the sex goes. Centuries of seed and stain. Underwater we remain. . Nederlander profile. Round and nose of straight line.
What you say, what you mean. And the space between those words. What you know anymore. I don't think so anymore. . What you say, what you mean. And the distance that's between.
Outside it's cold. I'm walking down the road. Which changed a lot since I passed it. Here where now and then. A bright light shines. Was it a little while ago dark and grey.
A pretty penny buys you lots of things. A wooden nickel's worth of diamond rings. Good ideas, dozen for a dime. And quarter notes are all lined up in time.
Trapped, silver blue. Plans, utterance. Crashed, turn away. Fate, suffocate. . Doesn't matter how hard I try. Doesn't matter how much I look at you. Doesn't matter how much I say.
Scratching at the surface. Keep the conversation light. Lest I seem offensive. Wouldn't want to be ostracized. . I don't want approval for what I say.
It began sometime last week. The feeling that most everything. Was changing for the worse. All the triggers pulled at once. So begins my ugly fall from grace again.
It began sometime last week. The feeling that most everything. Was changing for the worse. All the triggers pulled at once. So begins my ugly fall from grace again.
See it on the T.V.. Tears begin to flood. In the eyes of the innocent. American blood. . It's coming down the mountains. From somewhere up above. It's spilling in the oceans.
I'll take another photograph. Before the old one fades. It reminds me of those things that past. And quickly passed away. But it comes on in the early night.
Later on that evening when. I thought I'd had enough. I sat down in a restaurant and. Over powdered drugs. I ordered up some dew-soaked lettuce. Picked by virgin hands.
Here she comes like a Queen all through the wintertime. Skirts that billow long after she's gone. Yes, I could smell her smell on that pillow late at night.
Everybody's got a hole to fill. It doesn't matter if your name is Jack or Jill. Everybody's got a hole that they need filled. . She wakes up. Still looking lost.
If you see her say hello. If she asks how I'm doing let her know. If she says is he O.K. say it's slow. But he's coming round. And if you sleep with her.
[Intro]. . [Verse 1: Waka Flocka]. 19 years old, just met the plug. Black ass nigga, mouth full of golds. No top Vert, yellow Corvette. Fresh out of a Jeep, plug at my doorstep.