I wanna be your lover baby. I wanna be your man. I don't want no other baby. want you again and again. and I've waited all night long. now I know what I wanna do.
Did everybody spit upon you?. God dealt a card you didn't ask for. Are you the one they throw the change to. While the other hand locks the door. What are you in for?.
Can you look into my eyes. Before I look away, can you catch my gaze?. Can you see what's deep inside. A lost and lonely man, can you understand?. . That I wear a mask of fear.
Some nights I lie in forced awakeness. My thoughts won't let me go. A sleep like death has claimed the world outside. The silence reshapes my solitude.
Hip hip, hip hip. Hip hip, hip hip. . When you're on a holiday. You can't find the words to say. All the things that come to you. And I wanna feel it too.
Oh Yeah! oh oh.... I look around and see the possibilities. You know its fun to be me. Never fit the crowd Nothing gets me down Never scared to dream.
Oh Yeah. Whoa. I look around and see the possibilities. you know it's fun to be me. Never fit the crowd. Nothing gets me down. Never scared to dddream.
I took my time. Learning my lines. Trying to sort it out. This life that I lead. Has trapped my naive. I wanna scream out loud. Leave the past behind.
I know about you. But you don't really know about me yet. Been afraid to let you. Get closer than I want you to get. . But I think I'm ready so I hope you're ready.
I've been thinkin'. For way too long. Askin' myself. Is lovin' you so wrong. My mind's heavy workin'. Cause my heart needs a rest. And if my grip keeps slippin'.
"Not just any insane asylum," she exclaimed indignantly, as though I had offended her. "Though you certainly do not deserve it, you are a very lucky girl indeed, for you have been assigned a bed in the most progressively innovative, the most morally experimental, the most, ah, the most ingeniously directed medical institution for the mentally ill, lead by my own dear son, Dr. Montmorency Stockhill. You, unworthy child, are now an inmate of The Asylum For Wayward Victorian-".
in the lake. you will find me. behind your house. behind your house. and from that lake. i will remind you. of your promises broken. your cruel words spoken.
He had a fault, this is most true. But others have faults greater still. A noble profile was his rue. But many have done greater ill. And yet he would not show.
If you feel better. Telling me I'm cruel. Saying I'm unfeeling. I don't mind. If it's necessary. If it helps you out. Crying that I'm heartless. It's alright.
[I'm here]. . I could beg a thousand times. I could explain, I could use rhymes. And rhythms meant to catch your eye. But I know you won't see. . I could cry a thousand tears.
If I had a mystery. I'd spoil the surprise. Giving it away to you. To see it through your eyes. If I had a song to sing. I'd name it after you. So that each time it was heard.
I want my innocence back and if you can't give it to me. I will cut you down and I will run you through. With the dagger you sharpened on my body and soul.
I know the sickening thoughts that slither around your head. I know the gluttonous guilt that buried me in your bed. Manipulate me if you can. Go on and fool me like your biggest fan.
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head. And as I climb into an empty bed. Oh well. Enough said. I know it's over - still I cling. I don't know where else I can go.
I don't care much. Go or stay. I don't care very much. Either way. Hearts grow hard. On a windy street. Lips grow cold. With the rent to meet. . So if you kiss me.