If you're happy and you know it clap your hands.. If you're happy and you know it clap your hands.. If you're happy and you know it and you really want to show it,.
you dont know how i feel. I'm broken. and you dont care. i just wanna run away. and say. I didn't know you. but i cant do that. 'cause i still love you.
I'm a little teapot. Short and stout. Here is my handle. Here is my spout. When I get all steamed up. Hear me shout. Tip me over and pour me out.
It doesn't make any sense to me. I was in the park, almost too dark to see. I just couldn't help but stare. Just me and her no one else was there. . She's my swing set girl.
I finally met her parents on a Saturday night. They gave me the eye wouldn't let me out of there sight. They didn't like the looks of me right away. They told me to go so I decided to stay.
something 's wrong here. something isn't okay. kids can buy some beer. in every store on their way. young girls dying every day. . (pre-chorus):. i'm talking to the cealing.
I finally met her parents on a Saturday night. They gave me the eye wouldn't let me out of there sight. They didn't like the looks of me right away. They told me to go so I decided to stay.
So many unanswered questions. About those who hate so much. Most of which are mislead. Most of which are untouched. . They resort to violence. To force feed their fascist views.
it eats at you i know, but it's so hard to let it go. let yourself go yah just let yourself go. it consumes you can't you see that sin hates everybody.
It eats at you I know. It's so hard to let it go. Let yourself go yeah. Just let yourself go. . It consumes you can't you see. That sin hates everybody.
It eats at you I know, but it's so hard to let it go. Let yourself go yah just let yourself go. It consumes you can't you see that sin hates everybody.
It eats away at you I know, but it's so hard to let it go. Let yourself go yah just let yourself go. It consumes you can't you see that sin hates everybody.
I want to be Milo and Stephen,. I want to be Karl and Bill.. . I want to be stereotyped,. I want to be classified,. I want to be a clone,. I want a suburban home,.
Everyday I go to school and study humans. I sit and watch them all go by. Everyday's a new day to study humans. I sit and observe this girl named Bri with my eye.
Start from the beginning. and tell me your tale again. how you stand for justice. you stand for rightness. and though we stand tall. we'd all have done the same thing....
Come in closer, keep your voice low. you might hear the sound,. two hearts pounding to the beating of the drums. the slide, is too familiar now.. It's like the evening was just waiting for this single act,.
It's all the same, same old town with a different name. That's fine by me, there's only one place that I wanna be. . Southbound on I-5, windows down and music on the stereo.
So call me the victim,. of circumstances but.... I own up to what I've done.. While you cower behind, who you can blame it on.. . Break me down, this ain't about the money anymore..