I think images are worth repeating. images repeated from a painting. Images taken from a painting. from a photo worth re-seeing. I love images worth repeating.
Yes, I am mother nature's son. And I'm the only one. I do what I want and I want what I see. Huh, could only happen to me. . I'm so free, I'm so free.
Hey, pretty baby. don't you think you might give me a chance. Get it on with me. go down-town for some loving romance. And I know I ain't nothing. I ain't worth but a thin dime.
I wanna be black. Have natural rhythm. Shoot twenty feet of jism, too. and fuck up Jews. I wanna be black. I wanna be a Panther. Have a girlfriend named Samantha.
You broke my heart and you made me cry. You said that I couldn't dance. But now I'm back to let you know. That I can really make romance. You do what you gotta do, you do everything you can.
Before being a man. Livin' in a garbage pail. My landlady call me up. She tried to hit me with a mop. I can't stand it anymore more. I can't stand it anymore more.
Valerie Solanis took the elevator. got off at the 4th floor. Valerie Solanis took the elevator. got off at the 4th floor. She pointed the gun at Andy saying.
I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. You like to move it. . I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it.
I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. You like to move it. . I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it.
I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. You like to move it. . I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it.
Old man turned nintey-eight. he won the lottery and he died the next day. its a black fly in your chardonnay. its a death row pardon two minutes to late.
I want you to want me. I want you to need me. Like I do. I dooooo. I need you. I need you. . I want you now. So badly. Do you know how I feel. Do you share my grief (yeah yeah).
[Intro: Fatt Tarr]. . I fish, I dip, I flip the script. Mow grass, whoop ass, that's country shit. . [Intro: C-Hubb]. Got a microphone in my left hand.
{INTRO}. . [VERSE 1]. You Say, You Say. There's Something Wrong With Me. You Say, Why Can't I Be Right?. I'm All Dried Out Inside. But You're Squeezing Me Tight.
When I first met you. Six years ago. Yeah I knew instantly. That I couldn't let you go, oh no. . And this is our story. I don't care where you've been.
I remember a year ago I was standing in the crowd. waiting for my chance to break through, my chance to live again.. . Now it seems I've found some friends who finally understand what it takes.
Go!. . I remember a year ago, I was standing in the crowd. Waiting for my chance to break through, my chance to live again. Now it seems I've found some friends who finally understand.
(Young - Young - Scott). . It's criminal, there ought to be a law. Criminal, there ought to be a whole lot more. You get nothin' for nothin', baby who can you trust.