Girls in blue jeans boys looking mean. Sinister dudes, got an eye on you. Men in pink suits ladies in jack boots. Guns running blues. don't know what to do.
Try and put me down. You cant comprehend. In the places. In The Life that Ive Been. Hold your tounge some how. Lie And put me down. With all of My life givin.
It all seemed so long ago. Young and happy don't you know. Down by the creek I would show. Fireflies to that girl. . But that was back when he was nice.
You want the world and you want it now. I've got the nerve, baby, show me how. Fast leather with a good idea. High on the hop, so kick it over here. .
A word from her is worth ten from me. Her main concern is honesty. She beat the selfishness right out of me. The wild eyed child. She's my Libertine. .
I saw a lady and she was naked. I saw a lady she had no clothes on. Seen her in the corridor. Lying on her back on the floor. Why she want to pick on me?.
Chorus:. So the star needs a stage. To change her clothes. And the natives are restless. Their anxiety shows. . He:. And their hostile posture. Seems to say.
(N.Cuerda/F.Amador). . Deb nacer en la cancin. de algn juglar.. Versos de miel. tan slo pan recibo yo.. En mi balcn las noches dan. la eternidad.. Que estrella fue la que dio.
(N.Cuerda/F.Amador). . Deb nacer en la cancin. de algn juglar.. Versos de miel. tan slo pan recibo yo.. En mi balcn las noches dan. la eternidad.. Que estrella fue la que dio.
(N.Cuerda/F.Amador). . Quedan los restos. de la cruzada. viejos poetas. contemplan el guin.. Un laberinto. del odio en cruces. han levantado. el blanco es su color..
(N.Cuerda/F.Amador). . Bruja ests triste. en un rincn. ante el espejo. que te cre.. Era un hechizo. una visin. que reflej en un sueo. por la cueva de cristal..
(N.Cuerda/F.Amador). . Bruja ests triste. en un rincn. ante el espejo. que te cre.. Era un hechizo. una visin. que reflej en un sueo. por la cueva de cristal..
Hey Little Miss Hazel Eyes. A glance from you just mystifies me. You're my prize, you see. I get google-eyed over thee. . Hey Little Miss Hazel Eyes. If you were a value meal I'd super-size you.
No more frustration, let's relax. Baby, I want every pleasure to the max. Surrender all your kisses and don't hold back. . You gotta love me right. I need some loving tonight.
The party's over in the morning light. My head is spinning, lost my appetite. Barkin' dog, much too loud. Chuck him a bone and get me outta this town.
He's got a holster. Filled up with grief. I wouldn't want to cross his line. I'd end up underneath. . He's got an angry look of action. Shoot off both your knees.
Long painting. The air plays along. With my chemicals. Drained again. . But I don't feel so sorry. And I don't feel so bad. I don't feel so sorry. And I don't feel so bad.
Mean Mr. Mustard says, "He's bored of life in The District. Can't afford the French Quarter high". Says, "It gets old real quick". And he pales up next to me.
3 Doors Down. Better Life. (lyrics by arnold). (music by roberts, arnold, harrell & henderson). . Im about to be on the floor. Again, surely youre gonna.