Uptown girl. She's been living in her uptown world. I bet she never had a back street guy. I bet her mama never told her why. . I'm gonna try for an uptown girl.
A long time ago. I turned to myself and said. "You are my daughter". . I saw that image. I saw there was well. . Well, then maybe we've got. Something to talk about.
They are not stars burning in the sky at night. No, no, they're candles in astro-flight. They are not men walking on the streets below. What are they really nobody knows.
Come on over. Youll regret it. Drive you nuts. If you let it. Breathin only. Til you get it. The braves (??) go on and on. . Theres a light. Up there tonight.
I dreamed I was a pigeon. Slipping through the heavens like a 747. Everyone left down below. Locked in a house of my invention. . Learning the don'ts of fire prevention.
If I find my way out of the clearing in the wood. I can feel the air pushing and pointing out. And it's not fair that I can't ride along. Unless I'm led.
All day staring at the ceiling. Making friends with shadows on my wall. All night hearing voices telling me. That I should get some sleep. Because tomorrow might be good for something.
Read on, baby, what you're getting in to. It's living on pain, the thing that's getting to you. Write my name, painted up my picture. Say it's the only thanks, I'm not around.
All day staring at the ceiling. Making friends with shadows on my wall. All night hearing voices telling me. That I should get some sleep. Because tomorrow might be good for something.
Is there really a God?. We could really use a miracle right now. My secrets can't confide. They're given away, as soon as I can. And no, I'm really not that scared.
Fell off my bike and it got bent. Uh-oh...accident!. Oh no...Bike Bent.... Accident!. . Picked up the hammer and hit my thumb. Uh-oh...accidumb. Oh no, poor thumb...accidumb!.
You traded all your tears so I could see a happy face. You sat alone and read the writing on the wall. You broke your heart and banged your cool up as you fell from grace.
Long tall Lassie from Tallahassee. Teachin' her high school English classes. But when the bell rings after school. Puts on her jeans and her high heel boots.
Way down. Way down we go. Way down. And down we go. . You drive me up the wall. and when i think of all the things you do to me I'm going crazy!. You wanna have it all.
Look at us now, Generation Next, damaged somehow.. About how we try our best, and we're all the same,. But that doesn't make us right,. And where do you turn and where do you sleep at night?.
I'm writing these words like the fool that I am. Trying to say something good like the person. But it's all just a sham 'cos the writer I am not. Could say anything, you'd believe them.
Oh, don't throw me away. Am I weak for saying that I needed you. 'cos we were always acting out some drama. I had to fill this inbetween with something....
Party tommorrow and I'm getting all excited. Everyone in my Barrio's invited. All the hienas will be looking fine. And cervezas will be flowin'. . My abuelita has been cooking for a week straight.
Voy buscando por los mares,. anduve buscando por las selvas,. iba yo rolando por el bien y por el mal,. suuu nara uu oh oh.. Yo era una persona solitaria,.
Sbado en la noche. Te he buscado casi en todos lados. Sbado en la noche. He rolado en esta ciudad. . La noche tiene una luna tatuada. Mi mente se siente trastocada.