If I ever catch your red hand. Talking shit on my friends again. I will institute my revenge. It is cold and sweet. . Lack of faith may be the final straw.
Your ghost is haunting the alleyways. Pacing the tracks where you tread. Seeking the solace of sleep. Maybe you don't know you're dead. . Witness the worst of your history.
I'm so cocky with it got my iced out clubs like rocky hit. Got your girl on my swagg she lovin them jerkin songs. Like the new ipod just touch it and turn her on.
Rise, rise, rise. Rise, rise, rise. Rise, rise, rise. . What do you want from this world?. What do you want from this life?. What do you want from this season of sorrow.
I can see the wall. And I can see you running. I can feel the impact. It's sad but true. . Maybe you will see. The trees but not the forest. The cover of a book.
You've give in, you've accepted. Learned to embrace the rut. The confines in which you exist. You've all but given up. Listen to me now my friend. I'm giving you, your warning.
I played you all my records when I tried to explain.. When I ate all my AlphaBits, it spelled out your name. I've made you lots of friends, with all our special songs..
Got a new job at a radio station. But that won't help you at all. 40,000 watts of maximum rock. But that won't help you at all. . You think you've got everything.
Do you remember conversation. Running to the railway station?. Yes I do.. Do you wonder watching the sky?. About the day you're gonna die. Yes I do.. .
[Intro]. Being young is a beautiful thing man you know. So never grow up my friends, never grow up. . [Verse 1]. Look forward to the future but I'm gifted with the present.
At first it started with the eyes. I'm like uh-uh, no way, yo sister cant know. And so the tension slowly build. You got them slanted eye, ya kills. All systems go.
I was at a show backstage untying my shoes. There was your friend from WireImage, standing beside her was you. Nigo told me don't do it, my nice image would go up in fumes.
I got close to your skin while you were sleeping. I taste the salt on your hands. I reached out to touch you, the morning light disarms you. Won't you let me in?.
I got close. To your skin. While you were sleeping. I taste the. Salt on. Your hands. I reached out. To touch you. The morning light disarms you. Won't you let me.
Roll up, I'm having a yard sale with my old stuff. I gotta get rid of this old love. The satisfaction isn't guaranteed. No money back, no money back. I'm moving on, and I ain't taking nothing.
You're my kind of climate. swing lost paradise. your touch your smell. well you can tell. I ain't talking about reason or hell. You're my kind of climate.
Little woman got that look in her eyes. Want to cut me down to size. Show me what you're gonna do. It's true. Who's that gorilla standin' by your side.
- peak Billboard position # 5 in 1962. - Words and Music by Jerry Fuller. It's a young world. When you're in love, you're in a young world. So take my hand and let me show you.
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