Wanna push it, wanna rip it, wanna kill it. . Girls, girls, girls, girls are so polite. They don't crush everything that they see. You can take 'em to a funky, funky forest.
Movin' to the country,. Gonna eat a lot of peaches. Movin' to the country,. Gonna eat me a lot of peaches. Movin' to the country,. Gonna eat a lot of peaches.
Little puffy cloud with a tongue. Floatin' over a cheese puff rug a lug. If I had a choice between those two. You know I'd obviously choose the one with the puffy little shoes.
Days are fading into history. Moving forward, looking back. Unsure if I'm finding anything. Worth the time it takes to feel it. . Revenge, hate or solitude.
Movin' to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches. I'm movin' to the country I'm gonna eat me a lot of peaches. I'm movin' to the country I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches.
Take me right now. Up your arm, right. Next to your ear. So I can whisper. . So what if I not forgive you. So what if you're not the one. I have to rise above you.
Feel the sun upon your back. Someone somewhere wants to steal it. Pray each night you'll catch the thief. But while you sleep he comes and takes it. .
Little Paris Smith. Lovely name for a girl is Paris Smith. Baby Paris Smith. Don't repeat my mistakes, Paris Smith. . Paris. Any music worth its salt is good for dancing.
Lady dancing on a Tulip. Pirouetting in the sunset. Let me be your next cigarette.. Church bells, played by a penguin. Bearded priest who walks like chaplin,.
Black roses laced with silver. By a broken moon.. Ten million stars. And the whispered harmonies of leaves.. We werer these.. Beside a dried up fountain.
What?. Every time, free food, free food. Damn, youre busted. From residence to neighborhood to night clubs. Hey, whats up?. . Have you ever been to jam where people just stand?.
Pepperoni, sourdough and mozzarella cheese. Black olives, chives and anchovies. Gino's, Pizza Hut and Peter Piper. Well, throw me a slice and bring a pitcher here.
There are many things that rhyme. In this short time. I know a few. But can't think of any, can you?. I need to be inspired. Or am I just tired?. So the problem is there.
No pizza has arrived. And i am so hungry. I rang up at 6:25. For a delivery. Even though i could. Have gone out. I can't be arsed tonoight. It reminds me that i'm so fat.
An jedem Tag in jedem Jahr, erscheint die Welt so wunderbar. nur Euphorie und Illusion, berausche deinen Geist daran. an dem Gedanken an die Zeit, die dir nach dem Tode bleibt.
I tell you hes a private man. In a public circumstance. Hes eying off an old door frame. Looking for a drastic change. . Its such a shame this has to end.
By now you know that I never arrived. I was too tired to move. I was gonna invent an elaborate excuse. But I'm tired of them too. . Little pockets of air in the atmosphere.
When you are set to throw in your hand. When you are far from home. When what you believe is buried in your hands. When you feel outgrown. . I'll be the one to pick you up again.
Caged. You hold so tight, until your knuckles show. Escape. As far away as you could ever know. . You sink them all down. And watch them float up. Until the wheel has spun around.