You never knew how much. You really meant to me. And I dont think you ever will. Coz its impossible for me. To put it into words. But the look in my eyes.
(hey man) oh leave me alone you know. (hey man) oh henry, get off the phone, I gotta. (hey man) I gotta straighten my face. This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place.
(Hey man). Oh, leave me alone, you know. (Hey man). Oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta. . (Hey man). I gotta straighten my face. This mellow thighed chick.
My baby said she don't want to see my face. She kicked me right on out of her place. Now I'm back with the band and my girl is long gone. She broke my heart bad so I wrote down this song.
Living off the friends we made, never ever getting paid. Kicking ass and paying dues, lose our mind in self abuse. Loving ladies by the score, waking up and wanting more.
And I cant seem to remove this frown. As though there is an anchor. Weighing it down.. So maybe Ill pack my bags. And leave this sorry town. And sever the chains that hold me to the ground..
I was heading down the highway, she's going my way. She climbed in, the next thing I knew. We started laughing and smoking, we got to talking. Yeah, we'd both been hurt a time or two.
Don't matter what my name is. Don't matter what my skin is. Don't matter if I'm black or white. Don't matter if I'm wrong or...right. . Chorus. I guess I'm born to lose, ummmm.
Vietnam was '66. Two best friends take a bad hit. And never saw it come. But it's all there. One was a rich boy, a doctors son. The other the father of a girl age one.
Listen up, child, there's one thing I've got to make clear. Yeah I do, you don't see it coming, hear it coming. Acting like you know nothing. About that strange rumor going on around here.
Hey, yo!. Yo!. DJ Blass!. Blass, Blass!. . Esta noche quiero darte. Esta noche en ese culo azotarte. Hacerte ma a la mala. Y empaparte de sudor mujer.
We all carry the cross and speak what we're taught. Lies and money become the white man's god. We've burned all our bridges one too many times. The time has come now to draw the line.
Mami si yo soy tuyo perreame Con Rabia (ggrrrr). (Vamo a perrearno Con Rabia). La mas violenta dale perreame Con Rabia (ggruf, grruf). (Metele Con Rabia).
M-m-mama's got a squeeze box. She wears on her chest. Daddy come home. He never get no rest. . 'Cause she's playing all night. And the music's alright.
Yo, bret--. Yes?. Give it to her!. . I like to make you scream. Be the one to wet your dream --? ? ? /. I talk dirty in your.... I tell you things that you would like to hear.
Yeah. . It takes two to tango. In the heat of the night. You're gonna give it in. No matter how you fight. . Hot nights pretty women. And a bottle of gin.
Well I see him on the TV. Preachin' 'bout the promised lands. He tells me to believe in Jesus. And steals the money from my hand. Some say he was a good man.
I'd like to put to rest the rumours. I'd like to put to bed the lies. I'd like to throw away the past. And show you how I feel inside. . Ooh, I'll be your taxi and your driver.