She's part girl, she's part boy. She's got parts everyone can enjoy. She's got more, she's got less. She's got her manhood tucked in her dress. . Is she a mister or is she a miss?.
Thinking of all the cool creatures that I will meet on this night. Ghosts and goblins and witches roaming the streets in moonlight. Bowls of candy and goodies, delicious and waiting in store.
I want to write you a poem. That stands the test of all time. A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, a note. With meter and rythym and rhyme. . I want it to speak of your virtue.
All my days. I live with my disgrace. I'm afraid to show my face. Or at least take off my underwear. . See I was born. Like a half way neutered pet. I don't have a matching set.
There's a hair on the soap. and it's short and it's curly. . There's a hair on the soap. and I don't think it's mine.
I know now names in this town. They tend not to go unknown. They fuel the fire. That brings us together. On this patio. I watch him warm his hands. Yet I doubt he understands what it means to feel.
It's the end of the year, and she's acting weird.. I think she's holding something back.. You're taking a trip, going far from here.. So sneak me into the suitcase that your gonna pack..
I can see your point about breaking up,. I can see your point that you've had enough of me;. I agree, and obviously you should leave me. . I'm sure you'll tell me in a really nice way,.
I don't know if you belong to someone else. But I want you, Baby. No, I'm not crazy. Said I need you, Baby. It could all be so nice... . Girl, you know I don't fuck with no one else.
When I got close enough to smell your hair. And comprehend the freedom there. It was too late to wonder why. There is home. . When we speak in your arms.
Friday night, little town. Not much to do but ride around. And listen to the radio real loud. Hangin' out in cut-off jeans. Watchin' the traffic lights blink.
There's some leftover wine in the cupboard. 'Bout a half a glass left for the road. Here's a toast to the time we were lovers. Then I'll go. . Should I laugh or should I cry.
There's some leftover wine in the cupboard. 'Bout a half a glass left for the road. Here's a toast to the time we were lovers. Then I'll go. . Should I laugh or should I cry.
Half the moon is shining tonight. And half the moon is pitch black. And I got half a chance that you might. Turn around and come back. . And half my love is seeing the light.
Holding On...... I'll crack the sky with my screams. My frustration Breaking everything.. I embraced you. And I erased you. Lies defaced you.. I wanna get on with my life......
At the edge of darkness. There was nothing left. And nobody could care about me. In a yard filled with toys. I would pass the time. With a friend of mine (imaginary).
I am all around you. And I see every where you see. I am everything you believe. . If the stars don't shine tonight. And tomorrow forgets the light. Hold on, hold on to me.
Hey school boy. Come over here. Tell me your name. Whisper in my ear. Wayo, wayo. . Hey school boy. You're only 17. You live down the street. I think you know what I mean.
Hallo Engel. . mußt du wirklich schon geh'n ?. So was wie dich. kriegt man hier selten zu seh'n.. Ruf doch einfach. da oben mal an. und frag den lieben Gott.
Selwyn Brown, we've had our differences. Now it's time to patch things up. We've been through trying times. Though the going got so rough. . Give thanks and praise that we have made it.