Mirror Sand

Maybe baby this is mirror sand. Where you fancy. And you let yourself get out of hand right. Maybe baby this is all I have. Want to twist my little finger.

Metal Blue

Maybe get on that roof for a while. Lately I seem to run out of smile. Faces and places and a can of fresh water. In metal blue and all this song is about you.

Material Sunset

Open and close like a hole in your nose. Got one in my shoe baby it's talking to you. Can you ever size unbelievable lies. Wasting your time in a line.

Miles Ahead

I'm over my head. And I think I said something. Under my breath. But I swear it meant nothing. I'd rather be dead. Than let go of this passion. Forget what I said.

Meoldies

No need to tell me what you're thinking. I see it in your eyes you're barely breathing. Can't believe I'm seeing what I'm seeing. Let's take this time alone.

Misty Sleep

[See these bleeding hands that you left to dry. Your garden is stolen, your flowers died. Bow to your own deeds, bow down in shame. May the woods have mercy on your soul].

Monkeys

Monkeys kick each others asses,. Laughter is heard around in the distance.. Eating, fucking and something more. Are the things worthy to live.. Monkeys kick each others asses,.

Memory

I cant stand the sound.. Of cymbals and brass.. Theres no one around.. Heart braking like glass.. . I still hear your voice.. Its fading away.. Among all this noise..

Mental

Measurment Of Discipline

with burning eyes a glance to darkness the countour beast is rising consolation in the. figureine of discipline caught between thoughtlessness and reason wanting to fell life flow.

Malheur Celui Qui Blesse Un Enfant

Paroles et musique : Enrico Macias et Jacques Demarny. 1975 Warner Chappell Music France. Capo II. R. Qu'il soit un dmon, qu'il soit noir ou blanc. Il a le coeur pur, il est toute innocence.

My Ex-girlfriend's Boyfriend

This is a song I wrote by mistake. Which is nice. . My ex-girlfriend's boyfriend's got a band. He writes love songs about her, and from what I understand.

Mutha Fukka On A Motorcycle

I'm a mutha fukka on a motorcycle. (She's a mutha fukka on a motorcycle). Oh, I'm a mutha fukka on a motorcycle. (She's a mutha fukka on a motorcycle).

Mouth

She is a financier. Employed me for a year. I clean her office shine her chandelier. . I'm risking my career. I took us for a beer. I'm wondering where do we go from here.

Mojo Pumping

I got the joint. I got the joint jumpin'. Oh baby, got my mojo pumpin'. . I got the joint. I got the joint jumpin'. Oh baby, got my mojo pumpin'. I got the joint.

Mix Of Moans

[several moans]. You like that?. [several moans].

Mintee

Mintee... is my good girl. (Mintee's going and I'm not). It doesn't do to walk.... It doesn't do to walk away, Mintee. . (Mintee's going and I'm not).

Manywords

...and I want him to grow up casual, like his dad (?). . You've got some men. [???] the ladies. But then...I'm not for that, right, I'm for the ladies.

My Affair

(Kirsty MacColl/Mark E.Nevin). When I was just a child. My folks would drive me wild. They'd spy upon my every move. Until it drove me to despair. They told me what to wear.

Mother's Ruin

(Kirsty MacColl/Pete Glenister). 'Mother's ruin'. She said to herself. 'I'm just screwing my own mental health'. But Fridays and Saturdays. She walks down those alleyways.