I'm not there if ever I was there. I'm sure I was never so bold. If ever I spoke so, I'm sure it's trouble. Not my trouble. . I'm not so sure if I control this laughter.
It's a long day for me and my world. It's a long day to be your girl. It's been a hard time spent missing so much. But still I love you to wish this, to wishes.
It's such a mystery. Can someone tell me the meaning of life?. It's really killing me. Who's got the rap on the meaning of life?. Kama Sutra, Bible and Koran - no answer, man.
Can you tell me?. How you see it?. My eyes dreamt it. My eyes sent you a thousand pieces. . 'Course I love it. It makes me cold. Amongst the ashes. Drinking the rainbow.
My skin is naked, my skin is virgin. My skin is white, white lake the snow. Only some pimples and a big fat wart. Oh tattoed man I adore you so. You're passing by, an eagle on your back.
I swear I wasn't cat-napping, no. To edge into your life. I didn't notice no sad thing, it's a sun dance. To the strange strains that you entice. . Now you may walk into an ocean view.
I came to party with a thirst of for beer. A wanna drink, so give me one to me. My body ashes and I need one now. I'm gonna get drunk and beer is the key.
Cy was a New York roach. Went to JFK. Had to fly away. . Cy came to Frankfurt town. Started looking round. For a home again. . Found a place. A dump full of rubble, trash and mould.
I'm gonna build a strange city overcome. Mad as any and anyone. Who wants to wish upon me. . I will take a city and it will take the rain. Anybody who sees this face.
Barbe! Help me please!. Your show is an avenue for the prostitute in me. You want to see my private parts?. Or see the girl that broke my heart?. She's drilling me just to make your day.
A scene so simple. As if you're carried along. I've seen -. Some strange things and. He says:. "I'm used to winning". Hearts abound. "I'm used to striking bands".
We're not talking. I'm not talking sensibly enough. You know the soul of a man is many colored. Soul of a man one to another, wants you another day. .
i must have left my house at eight because I always do my train,. i'm certain left the station just when it was due. i must have read the morningpaper, going into town and having gotten through the editorial no doubt.
The woman smiles, the cafe feels like home to you. And as she glances through the magazine you feel somehow, she's seen you, too. . All my life I thought you said.
The woman smiles, the cafe feels like home to you. And as she glances through the magazine you feel somehow, she's seen you, too. . All my life I thought you said.
I can tell by the look on your face. That this is not the time or the place. To ask you why - or to even try. Just one look and I feel so alone. Took so long to realize I was wrong.
I stand here with arms down. Not heated, I've calmed down. It's just I felt you slip away for me. Like you didn't even know me. . Oh, like you didn't even care.
I'm a victim of circumstance always willing to take a chance. A unique individual and my pain is residual. And with this duality, I say fuck this calamity.
I know what you think of me but I had to move on. I know I'm landing on my feet and the hating's gone. Well, here I go down this path again. They say every road must come to an end.