If you talk any faster with food in your teeth. I swear to God I am gonna call the police. The sunrise ain't pretty when you ain't been to bed. Tomorrow is today instead.
She says If you liked it why dont you call me back?. She said If you liked it why wont you come on back?. 'Cuz you can ride for free. And you dont got to worry about me.
I remember hearing a story. About a girl who wanted to fly. Something about dreams as fragile as bubbles. Well perhaps it won't apply. It seems she'd flap her arms every day and every night.
When the sun and the storm refuse to yield. Each celebrating powers that they wield. Their stubbornness and strength are revealed. And they combine to grow the crops in every field.
She charms me and I am undermined. So silky, do I want to run my fingers or just run. She dances and I can barely keep my seat. If I wait it's too late then I rise.
I pick up my smile, put it in my pocket. Hold it for a while, try not to have to drop it. Men are not to cry, so how am I to stop it?. Keep it all inside, don't show how much she rocked ya.
The sun began to get busy. Trying to find the way. The storm was upping the ante. It was time to make a play. He was sure his plan was perfect. He was sure he would win.
Original performer: steve miller band. . Some people call me the space cowboy. Some call me the gangster of love. Some people call me maurice. Beause I speak on the pompitice of love.
Cast an eye up upon the heavens. There's a new attitude in the air. The elements have realized the obvious. They may be [solid then] they're coming aware.
I'm taken aback. But still I let it ride. No sudden movements. I ease my hand real slow. Then my hands are like lightning. And the bullets start to fly.
Original performer: charlie daniels band. . The devil went down to georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal. He was in a bind, cause he was way behind.
Original performer: gloria estefan and the miami sound machine. . Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga. I know you can't control yourself any longer.
We climb slowly out from under the rock. We were hiding. To greet the sun as it leaves the sky. On the cycle, it were riding. . And we stand new. Beneath the blanket of stars.
Well what do you know here we are again. Been a long time I can't remember when. Well I wrote another one and I guess who it's for. Don't mind if I 'm embarrassed I can't take it anymore.
When our toasters finally come to kill us. A creator complex will fulfill us. Follow me down near the road ahead. Where we mean everything that we've ever said.
Crush me softly or cradle me hard. And the more I wanted was the scariest part. A measure of control, well, not this time. And I wanted to learn so I claim the lesson as mine.
This is not an age of faith. This is not an age of miracles. We don't believe anything they say. We don't believe anything at all. But when December grabs you by the throat.
Well I never go visit my mother. Like my father and my brother do. I can't stand the constant traffic. On Belmont Avenue. And the pious old men in their coats and beards.