So you went up and down Bleecker Street. Walked it out again. Went to see all the flowers, all the beauty. That lovely Marc Jacobs ceiling. Victor and Rolf adorned dresses.
So close, very close but Lord I miss You. Here's where I, I find hope, You're coming soon. And I long so much to see You that I cry. Everywhere are the signs that the end is near, I say.
Words and Music by Phil Butson. . Chorus. We're children of the King,. Lift your up heads high,. Show the whole world right,. We're children of the King,.
They laugh 'cause they see. I live for more than me. They point their fingers. Push me nearer to the flame. . They say "We serve no one. We just live to please ourselves".
There you go, you don`t see me. I hold all here inside me. go gonadoprophines!. a high way. straight down to my. a right thie,. then over my left eye.
I'll be your angel, and never let you cry,. I'll be your crown, and never let you down,. I'll be your love, and never let you go,. I'll be your luck, and never let you know,.
Centipede. Centipede. . Your love is like a raging fire. You're a snake that's on the loose. The strike is your desire. But when the centipede is hot.
Its just a matter of time you'll see, my casualties my casualties. Its not a matter of when or why, my casualties, my casualties. . In a world of distractions, we have got places to go, people to see.
I walk these halls. In search of sin. It drags me down. But I won't give in. I'm reaching out. I need your touch. I'm standing strong. But all alone. Is not strong enough.
Fantasy sexual dream prostitution solicitation intoxication seduction. The unknown the endeavour to achieve sex. Walks into a room sees the naked stare.
off to the harbour, under drungeon in the morning. i've got a press gang looking after me.. i'll awaken sometime on the morrow.. by then we'll be a league away te sea..
Now there's a wicked way ta party that cha gotta know. Ye need a little bit a rhythm and a lotta go. If ye wanna go out I can't wait to go. . Now to Ceilidh right need a bright light shine.
(Hook). she call me Cam Newton cuz the way i do my Dab. my pinky be out cuz thats the way i do my Dab. she call me Cam Newton cuz the way i do my Dab.
You risked your neck on a half-hearted bet. And lived to regret the night. You sat on your hands all alone with the plans. You had not to rue your life.
Carousel, carousel, carousel. Carousel, carousel, carousel. Carousel, carousel, carousel. Carousel, carousel, carousel. . In this world of make believe.
[Verse 1]. I've got more complaints. More than pleasant trees to save. Every monument is idle and rearranged. Every figure that has ever held importance in my life.
Hello lover your the girl I used to know. With a pretty face. I've seen you drawn in so many ways. can't help but tell you how much you changed. cosmetics and all.