I've been looking for you. Searching for something new. You keep my feet on the ground. As you make my world turn around. Keep sending me signals. Don't let me fall by the way.
As the world changes. Look to a brand new day. Cold war is over. In amongst the children play. The earth is yours to hold. Gun shots in the playground.
A lot of lil babies be thinkin my song is bout them. But don't get it twisted lil baby this ones for you. . Shawty mean shit to me don't even much look to me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?. Whatchu lookin' at? Bitch whatchu lookin' at?. Bitch whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?.
Yeah. This a nitty beat. Hey. Hey. This a nitty beat. Thats right. Comin live from Ghettoville USA once again. (Uh-Oh). But this time though, I have to introduce to the world (Yeah).
Wouldn't it be nice to be a heroine?. Cool and slinky with an appropriate smile. Honey, I take sugar, two. While he's ranting and raving. . Could you pass that cream?.
Wouldn't it be nice to be a heroine,. Cool and slinky with an appropriate smile?. Honey, I take sugar, two.. While he's ranting an' raving,. Could you pass that cream?.
As soon as you're born, they make you feel small,. By giving you no time instead of it all.. Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all.. . A working class hero is something to be,.
Youve heard of woman nation. Well, thats coming, baby. What we need is the power of trust. Its coming. . Youve heard of the law of selection. Thats how were gonna do it, baby.
1692, six in the morning of June. Sally Kegley, age thirty-four. Closed her diary she'd kept for two scores. . Salem, Salem, witches must be hung. . Let my daughter burn my book.
Woman is the nigger of the world,. Yes, she is, think about it.. Woman is the nigger of the world,. Think about it, do something about it.. . We make her paint her face and dance,.
"for the other half in the sky.". . Woman, I can hardly express. My mixed emotions at my thoughtlessness,. After all, I'm forever in your debt.. And woman, I will try to express.
I know you now for a thousand years,. Your body still feels nice and warm to me.. The sun is old, the winter's cold,. The lake is shining like a drop of buddha's tears..
Once a friend told me of his experience. That he had loved somebody and in pain. He had slit his arm and sent the blood to her. And that he was glad that it was over.
Will you touch me, will you touch me. When my bodys full of fear?. Will you reach me, will you reach me. When my bodys so cold?. . Nothing short of the softest word can reach me now.
Touch, love, you. Touch, love, you. . Will I miss the sky?. Will I miss the clouds?. Will I miss the ocean?. Will I miss the bay?. . Will I miss the sunrise?.
Touch, love, you. Touch, love, you. . Will I miss the sky?. Will I miss the clouds?. Will I miss the ocean?. Will I miss the bay?. . Will I miss the sunrise?.
Who has seen the wind?. Niether you nor I.. But when the trees bow down their heads. The wind is passing by.. . Who has seen the wind?. Niether you nor I..
Where do we go from here?. Where do we go from here?. Where do we go from here?. . If we sweep the bottom of the rivers. We find bodies that shouldn't be there.
- "i need a beginning". - "right!". - "here we go!". - "rock and roll with it". - "when in doubt...fuck it! no..no...you can't not control your prick!".