[Unverified]. . This is no town for the friendly, everyone here has a story. And in this maze of people, I lose my sense of definition. A page ripped from a book, I'm just a page ripped from a book.
(Monifah-talking). it's mo'hagony right ladies it's our turn to kick it to. 'em c'mon. (Monifah singing da hook). it's mo'hagony. (thats right black and pretty as eva).
Trapped. A game of roulette. A marble and wheel. Revolver and steel. While down on his luck. A grimacing drunk. He spins on his axis. On top of the table.
Wouldn't it be nice, wouldn't it be alright. If I take the time to lay with you. Wouldn't it be nice, wouldn't it be alright. If I take the time to lay with you.
The vivian girls are the chosen ones. The vivian girls are the chosen ones. The vivian girls are the chosen ones. The vivian girls are the chosen ones.
Father help your children. And don't let them fall by the side of the road. And teach them to love one another. And heaven will find a place in their hearts.
Desperation takes to the streets. From out of the back of the house and into the streets. And you never know who you might meet. If he only plants one little seed.
What has become of Millicent Frastley?. Is there any hope that she is still alive?. Why haven't they found her?. It's rather ghastly to think the little child was not yet five.
It' alright, ooh, it's alright. Whoa, oh, oh, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh. It's alright, ooh, it's alright. . I know you had to leave me. But it's alright, it's alright.
On my relative blank memory. All photographs leave scars. Of your insect inspiration. In the ice forms on my windows. . My memories here are conjured up.
So she said she don't love you no more. And that's alright cause you could be my man. (Yes you can, yes you can, yes you can). Hmm, yeah. . So you feel like the sun don't shine no more.
Into the vigil from hiding. His exile was now almost up. Pockets were teeming with spare change. And his mind was eating it up. . He'd savored the peace that he'd had but.
Yeah, another soul on soul production. . Yeah, I stay soaked in foreign colognes. I keep that Gucci sweaters, hand knit 'cuz that's that blush shit. I stay in lace because my body Versace taste.
Lost in a paperback rain. Picking through books that you won't read again. Keeping your promises vague. Lost in the crowd in the circus parade. . Keeping your polaroids dry.
Ah, it feels good. Ah, don't, don't go there. Ah, you're not foolin' me. Listen. . By the way you dress. By the way you talk. By the friends you keep the Benz you bought.
The surgeon was at the table with his hands on a rusty saw. The better angels of our nature were standing there in awe. The sculptor danced with his statue and caressing the flaws in the bronze.
Swell surging forwards. Eroding the land. A test of your patience. A test of your hands. . The presence of angels. A pall of thick smoke. On this table spill memories.
[mo] yo, y'all feelin this, like this look alright?. [girl1] yeah, it looks alright if you tryin' to be britney spears. [mo] uh, one point six honey.. ooops I did it again.
I was thinking about my restless heart. I was thinking about my restless heart. Yeah, I don't know what for. I'm not anxious, I'm not bored. Not looking for a brand-new start.
I was cross-eyed, stoned and painless. My pulse was up my eyes were red. My visions, situations, feelings. Hung on my lips and burned me up. And 18 hours spent asleep.