Got your mother in a whirl. Got your mother in a whirl 'cause. She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl. Hey, babe, your hairs alright. Hey, babe, lets go out tonight.
"Bring back that child," she said. Spare me the price of freedom. Cold is my baby's head. Blown by the wind of reason. Even the rage behind. Cries out to see.
Rock it. Rock it. . I've got somethin'. You've got nothing to lose. (Ah). I can give you. So much more than you're used to. Come a little closer. Maybe we could slip away.
(Le Bon, Rhodes, Taylor, Taylor, Taylor). . Pony up girl, show and tell - go Chanel on crocodile. Hipster low slung lazy feet. hit the street latino style.
Saw a close up of your pretty face. Overnight sensation. Smiling for cameras. All around the world. . If I rewind back to yesterday. And stop the tape there.
Steppin' out, steppin' out, steppin' out and jumpin' up and. Steppin' out, steppin' out, steppin' out and jumpin' up and. Steppin' out, steppin' out, steppin' out and jumpin' up and.
The random aspects of our lives. Come together once in a while. So blinding and decidedly. Naivety falls from our eyes. And we'll not regain. As we watch the tower falling down.
In for an evening. Of lite entertainment. And who would believe you. Could worry the neighbor. . Come on over to my place. Playing with uranium. And if it blows up in my face.
Hey!. . Hey!. . Plastic girl. Seams on a magazine. Plastic girl. She's logging on a tv screen. Cos I know where you're going. Cos I know where you've been.
Look where we are. We've travelled so far. To gather here. And sum up the year. Across the fields. The lights turn on. And still they come. To hear the drum.
Just a perfect day. Drink sangria in the park. Then later, when it gets dark. We go home. . Just a perfect day. Feed animals in the zoo. Then later a movie, too.
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Bow to the Paper Gods in a world that is paper thin. Fools in town are ruling now bleeding from paper cuts. Money for headshots.. Fools leading who needs it?.
She lays on the wall. watching the strangers drift away. mid-day's aura--thick. with the sun of Arabia. . she surrenders her voices. they gather, on the wind.
Well there's no surprise. One look into those eyes. Having sex every Saturday. In the afternoon, with the TV on. It's all you know. It really makes you wanna throw.
Light a candle. Lay flowers at the door. For those who were left behind. And the ones who've gone before. . But here it comes now. Sure as silence follows rain.
Selling exes down the river. Every Katie's got her price. And the details make you shiver. But it's hard to escape. When your head is stuck in vice. .
Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue. Thought I heard you talking softly. I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio. Still, I can't escape the ghost of you.
Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue. Thought I heard you talking softly. I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio. Still, I can't escape the ghost of you.
Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue. Thought I heard you talking softly. I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio. Still, I can't escape the ghost of you.