Mean mistreater, you make me cry. You lay around and watch me die. Mean mistreater, can't you see I'm real?. Are you satisfied with the way you feel?.
Song: Midnight Blue (3:54). By: Lou Gramm. Words/Music Written By: L. Gramm/B. Turgon. -==-. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------.
To be alone with you. It's hard enough to get a hold of you. I speak too many times,. Of distant stars or black holes in the sky. I tried, but as I do I squeeze out all your juice.
She would extend her borders like an open odor. Making use of what she knew before her shadow's cast on their own. She'd break law and order with an old recorder.
I put my coat on inside out. So you won't see me while I hide. From all those things that lurks outside,. The pouring rain inside my mind. . I wish you'd stay here by my side.
Sometimes I think I pass you walkin' on the street and I believe it. Sometimes I think I see you lookin' back at me and now I see it. Everythin' you feel sayin' what is real.
Verse 1:. when you're trying to find the right words. and you're looking for a little time. you don't know which is the right way. but you've been going for a little while.
Marie. was soll ich tun ohne Marie. . mein Leben ist leer ohne Marie. . wenn sie nicht da wär. dann weiß ich. . ich müßte sie finden. oh. . Marie. ich brauche ihr Lachen.
Ive been reading up on magazines. Lately, Ive been trying not to lie. Now I know the difference. Between life and a movie screen. But that should come as no surprise.
Cannonball fire gonna burn burn burn -. Burn the cities and melt all the roads.. Videogames became the people who played them. And they all fell into orderly rows.
Folds and folds of hurling whirling words come spilling out yer hole. Dont intellectualize yer eloquent vomit when you rise. Now peter had paul don't have it I have it have it said i.
Sadness cost you bottles o beer. Shiney things don't get it. She waits and waits full of boring tears. Waiting for the money. And she waits a long time.
I've been waitin' on a cold front to trample this sun. I've been callin' my mama on the telephone. I've been cookin' lots of chicken on the kitchen stove.
Oh maria hands it out. She comes from guatamala. She helps me get around. She helps when I'm in trouble. When the ice cream hit the ground. The federales they were a'coming.
It's yer. Sweet interjection. Kind of affection. Boring contraption. Gooey confection. Circumlocution. Rasputin tootin. Dismal depression. Rich little impression.
Well it's the end of the dream. That started on green metal. She whispered and the wind shook. The magnolia seeded limp in winter. Well she twisted round the cage.
Dreamt of a doorway. That opened to everything. And I'm reaching towards it. Drifting backwards. . Drawing the curtains. Windows inside my head. Maybe I'm only making mirrors.
She could dance and she could sing. She left Texas with her dreams. She swore that she could make it on her own. . She was young and she was fine. She had looks and she had time.
Gotta make your mind up. Every single day. (I) hate to see you lonely. Losin' me this way. Lookin' for the man. Who stole my love from me. Gotta know the reason.