This song is called. It's a metaphor fool. . Sixteen names on my list. But none of them could ever get me hot like this. (Yeah). Got your scars on my wrist.
If I was a fly. And I had a day left 'til I died. I would lay down til tomorrow. You're clipping my wings. I try to win you back with all my words that you know mean nothing.
Me and the boys that I knew in school. Are thirty years old, stubborn as a herd of mules. We get all cleaned up on a Saturday night. We say yes to the girls when they ask if they look alright.
You're talkin' to Billy. Says she's ready and willin'. And I can't see. You're spreadin' around. That she's out doin' the town. Makin' a fool of me. .
Well, I've been called a self-made man. And girl don't you believe it's true. I know exactly how lucky I am. When I'm gettin' this close to you. . It's high time I'm giving some praise.
Take this pen to paper. Like a virgin befalled by the danger. Poetry was never this real to me. Well, I was too far gone to save her. . Oh Lordy, the sun is coming up.
Mama came home going on and on. 'Bout the new girl down at the beauty salon. She said after what I saw today. Our little town will never be the same. .
Take this pen to paper,. like a virgin befalled by the danger.. Poetry was never this real to me.. Well, i was too far gone to save her.. . Oh Lordy!.
Mary, the Son of God is sleeping in your bed. It's a holy mighty crown that awaits His head. But that's not who sweet Mary sees at all. She sees a precious baby lying in a manger stall.
I want to know your plans and how involved in them I am. When I go to sleep, will I be forgiven?. And if you want roses, then go buy a bouquet. If that just won't cut it, what can I say?.
She was the most unusual girl I'd met. She stole my heart and she took my breath. She had these certain ways I did not understand. And when I made my move to execute my plan.
I used to have a heart worth a billion bucks. Now it's shitty, shoddy, cheap. Sell it in my sleep for the fakes to eat. While they kiss my ass and tell me what I need.
(Duet With Donna Mc Elroy). . Lord, I talk too much and say the wrong things. Time and time again. Still when times get rough yours is the voice. That says I can come home again.
let me tell you about the love i have. cause it's growing by the moment. and i'd murder you to hold his hand. . see i don't even know this boy. but i want him so bad, oh so bad.
Mama told me when I was three. The street'll never get you no where. You take a street car jumpin' and back beat bump. And get along like it isn't there.
was i born to sink into this couch. and watch my whole world. bleed its purpose out?. around the insects. follow patterns to their deaths. while i waste my precious breath.
If I die and go to hell real soon,. it will appear to me as this room.. And for eternity I'd lay in bed. in my boxers, half stoned,. with the pillow under my head..
Well, mama told me when I was three. Lord, the street'll never get you nowhere. You take a street car jumpin' and back beat bump. And get along like it isn't there.
You're bent over the grand piano.. Feel my eyes slide over you.. Legs that curve the same as hers could run as quickly too.. My lazy tongue lies low and ready..
If I'm just a slave to my high school days. Then when does a boy become a man. They say at 16 I will get tough and mean. College prep rally pep peachy keen.