Believe it or not, I'm walking on air.. I never thought I could feel so free.. Flying away on a wing and a prayer.. (cough, cough). Who could it be?. Believe it or not, it's just me..
Walk through the Highlands with a pit bull terrier. Inhaling coffee with a 40 dollar pedicure. Outside I swear I smell a crazy couture line of clothes.
Well, I heard it all before. But this deserves an explanation. From the underwear on the floor. Please excuse the exclamation. . Shit, I thought for a certain.
Take a look at daddy mo' with his attitude slung down low.. He's a pistol packin' pete with a cocain tongue,. Long enough to lick his pinkie toe.. Drives a corvette, sparkle green,.
(lyrics: j. harte, music: b. walker). . All of our lives, we spend watching with covered eyes in a world gone blind.. All of the evil, man against man, only out for himself..
(butch walker & chrystina lloree). . I met you where the walls were velvet.. Slingin' chili in a corset.. Makin' love to every face that walked into the room..
(b. walker, j. harte, d. child). . She's a small town high school homecoming queen,. Only seventeen.. The kind of girl every boy would love to bring home home,.
Waking up inside a river of sweat. And come, coming down from a dream. I cant remember anyone, except Im late for work. And I know that sucks, 'cause I know I owe.
(butch walker and chrystina lloree). . Make no mistake, I've spent hours and days,. Just to find whose responsible for this mess.. I've walked around for hours, getting' bitten' by the spiders..
Well I started this story in the middle of the page. I remembered the lines and forgot my age. When somebody said my attitude was snotty. . That's when you called and said, "Get out tonight".
(butch walker & chrystina lloree). . I just got on my plane today,. I don't know when I'm coming back.. Maybe a day or two, maybe a day or two.. I'm drivin' two hundred miles,.
Time to take a recess from your mind.. I gotta say that there's some casualties.. Wint to your mama,. Cause your daddy wont let you be on mtv.. . Try to make a hassle..
(b. walker, j. harte, d. child). . I never thought I'd slip and fall.. Now I know I'm in too deep.. Crack your whip and make me crawl.. Girl you know I'd kiss your feet..
(c. lloree). . Phony faces are all I see, ugly rumors are surroundin' me.. Judgmental thoughts flow from mind to mind.. Just because I'm not one of the john doe kind..
(B. Walker, J. Harte, D. Child). . I first saw her struttin' down the street, decked in black.. She had her hair teased up lookin' sharp as a tack.. She had all the guys lookin' like zombies in a trance..
(butch walker & chrystina lloree). . So many ways to come and go.. So many faces I should know.. Being down with a sharkskin redemption.. Wanting to be the man on a mission, yeah, oh yeah..
Sometimes I feel like an idiot, everybody's in the water.. But I fall short, I'm dry.. Such a knot to untie.. Even when I was such a snot nosed kid,. These monsters of reality in my head keep buggin' me..
(b. walker, j. harte, d. child). . Too many temptations too good not to taste.. I keep tempting my fate again and again.. This world's full of pleasure..
Spends up his sweet time, just because your head's gone sour.. Consolidating misery, hoping that you'll turn the corner.. Forget about the sinking ship, you've made off with the captain..