Bring back my heart. You can't have it. It is mine. You can't have it. . I know I said. For you to take it. But you don't use it. And I got none in return.
Pack up all my cares & woes. Feeling low, here I go. Bye bye, Blackbird. . Where somebody waits for me. Sugar's sweet, so is she. Bye bye, Blackbird. .
Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore. And I'm young and I'm strong. But I feel old and tired, over fired. . And I've been poked and stoked. It's all smoke, there's no more fire, only desire.
Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore. And I'm young and I'm strong. But I feel old and tired. Over fired. . And I've been poked and stoked. It's all smoke, there's no more fire.
Got your hand up all in my shirt. And you know that it hurts. Ball and chain, my ball and chain. . Crossing the street you look so fine. Making up everything that's in my mind.
There are days, when the cage. Doesn't seem to open very wide at all. There are others that would shock, the most indiscriminate lovers of all. My heart was made for bleeding all over you.
Oh, every morning I wake up. Happy for the first time. I know, I know, I know, I know, I know. It's in vain because you're in pain most of the time. .
Baby love. Baby love is what we've got. Baby love. Baby love is what we've got. . No good poetry coming from my mouth. No neat chords ringing out, ringing out, ringing on my guitar.
I could see you every time I close my eyes. And I feel you in my heart. And I hear you in my mind. Saying I'm right here. When things get rough. And when I fall down.
Have you ever seen fifteen people in the back of a half-ton?. Let me tell you girl, it happens.. A little more than often.. Have you ever seen a cooler full of beer disappear in a second?.
Have nine months really gone this fast?. Holding my baby girl in my hands. Ten million thoughts running through my mind. One thing's for sure God I want to get this right.
(Hey, you mo'. Hey, you mo'....). . I wanna know what you all. Had for dinner. I wanna watch the rodeo. I wanna big city boy. Be a man, not a boy. I'm gonna meet you on down.
[Words and music by Devin Townsend]. . [1] Not one of the better days. Nighttime, turn around. Lonely is the city tonight. Nighttime, all around. Lonely in the city tonight.
That's my daddy with the gun,. Shooting someone else's son,. Is it over yet?. A bullet with intent for the colour of his sake,. And he can't forget.. What do we do when the fire goes out?.
(Damn baby). . Grinder on her nightstand. Stinker in her right hand. Lighter on her pillow. She like cigarillos. She can read the meter. On the scale, she can tell when a.