I got a woman. She rules my house with an iron fist. I got a woman. She rules my house with an iron fist. She screams out Jack The Ripper. Every time I try to give that girl a kiss.
Excuse me. Is it true what they say. About guys who go out by themselves?. . Is that they go home by themselves?. You've seen me dance here alone before.
Excuse me. Is it true what they say. About guys who go out by themselves?. . Is that they go home by themselves?. You've seen me dance here alone before.
Just imagine if you were my girl. Two crazy kids that could take on the world. You owe me nothing, just living on love till the end. Now imagine that I'm your boyfriend.
The last time I saw Jesus. I was drinking bloody mary's in the South. In a barroom in New Orleans. Rinsin' out the bad taste in my mouth. . She wore a dark and faded blazer.
When I'm watching TV,. The girls are all I see,. They're singing and dancing and acting and modelling,. None of them would look at me.. If I went to Jessica Simpson,.
Where are we goin'?. This spot seems fine, doing some drinkin'. Bring all the women this time. Bring all the women this time. . These girls are beautiful and they're with us.
Tell me right now, tell me what's wrong. Please tell me something before I'm gone. It seems like we have come to the end. Should I be listening to all my friends.
Yes, right about now we got Afrika. From the Jungle Brothers on the wheels of steel. My sister Harmony, right beside me. And I, KRS-One on the mic. Sidney Mills on the keyboards.
What was it like to see. The face of your own stability. Suddenly look away. Leaving you with the dead and hopeless?. Eleven and she was gone.. Eleven is when we waved good-bye..
(One, two, three). Jack, Jack, Jack. Jack, Jack, Jack. (One, two, three). . Again we start, let me say my part. About the only guy who has some heart.
Reckless I feel, reckless I feel. It's something ideal, it's something ideal. . Space between the thoughts and acts. A mind ? see us ? pay the way. Who knowingly mowed us.
I walked twenty blocks to your favorite bakery. to pick you up a little treat. I know you're not an early riser. after a long night on your feet. And this pretty flower's called a "Saint Paulina".
I need you like a hole in the head.. When you're near my blood runs wild and I see red. On going situations start to grip. And all my life, you won't stop giving me your jipp.
Hey. There's rain on my door step, I got music in my mind. Time on my hands to sit and wonder why. In this world of dark angels and blood ridden reapers.
I think about you and I dream about you. In your white night life but you your not quite right. You make me believe in the night yes this is your life.
Jacob was a dirt poor farm boy. Raised at the fork in the road in a clapboard house. And Rachael was a land baron's daughter. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch and the ho don't wan' fuck. Like a man I'ma beat my meat and get my fuckin' nut, fa'sho'. She gonna be drove then.
[Verse 1: Juvenile]. Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five. I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive. didn't do shit with my brothers without makin e'm mad.
Every time I try to find another place to stay. Every time I try to look away, you seem to cave. Oh, in the back of my mind. in the back of my mind. Every time I try to walk away, I scream your name.