Sally Ann designs the clothes. that she models on the concrete. moving her backwards. down a one way street. Home sweet home. for the beggar gypsy. Is where she counts your money.
Haha I kissed Polly goodnight haha as we stood at her front door. Now she's quite a proper lady so I didn't ask for anything more. But haha I was feeling oh so groovie that I went down to the movie.
(I'll tell you a story of silly young king. Who played with the world at the end of a string. But he only loved one single thing and that was just a peanut butter sandwich).
Oh, if you read in the papers that she's been seen. A gettin' in an' out of some millionaire's long, custom made limousine. She may fool you with her smiles, but I can see.
Everybody says I'm paranoid they all think I'm crazy. They all smile to my face but they'd like to see me die. They put poison in my coffee they put ground glass in my oatmeal.
In the public eye theye fabricated you.. Chose your selling points to sell.. Became an object they can hate or pursue.. But no one asked just how you felt..
As I admire the smiles on the people in the photo. I think "What am I missing this time?". I'm always racing, chasing, someone, somewhere,. that isn`t mine.
I know you want to leave. Been holdin on to you. Beggin you to play this game. Youve already won. I dont hate to beg you for your empty arms. If thats all I can get.
I thought that this was supposed to feel good. And if you were really mine I guess it would. I didn't fall in love, 'cause it was the right thing to do.
Passenger side, I slide on in. Vinyl seats soft from the heat of the sun. Chewin' on a Slim Jim, can't stop thinkin' 'bout him. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he's the one.
You were lying on your back in the grass. Counting backward from a thousand. To cool the rush of blood in your veins. And the pressure of everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone.
Summer's blood. Breaks a winter's composure. And I'm in love with your daughters. I'm in love with your sons. And a flush of rain. Floods the banks of all reason.
I had a dream, I was in school. Reading your autograph, pages of green. In seventh grade, now like an epitaph. . Alone in your room. With an artist inside of you.
We opened Pandora's box just to see if she was home. She had an apple pie a jaundiced eye and a big red telephone. She said, "Boys I know why you are here, you wanna take me for a ride.
Please no more therapy. Mother take care of me. Piece me together with a. Needle and thread. . Wrap me in eiderdown. Lace from your wedding gown. Fold me and lay me down.
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Hey, little sister. Why do you cry?. Holdin' your head so low. May I ask you why?. . And dont you know that He loves you?. And dont you know that He cares?.
should i stay? should i go? its not up to me no more. i cant decide the way my heart feels. pouring down on me like when under the sunshine. i cant believe it its so unreal.
Nigga, welcome to my new shit. My little homie, Levi chirped me. Asked me how I do this. Got a check for like 5 large. I just spent that on some new kicks.
Taking my time in love. Never ever could find the one. Try to let all my feeling show. But that's not me. I've been looking my high and low. Jut to carry on the show.