Humans, a supposed force of love. Where did we get lost?. A socialistic rhyme makes a song line. In reverse of the everyday grind. I got a question for you.
Met a girl, introduced myself, yeah. I asked her go to with me and no one else. And she said, "I'd really like to see you every day. But I'm afraid of what my friends might say".
It's waves throughout the mind. He's coming by. He's gonna hold you so tight. I'm the one they call Mr. Highvibe. Hold me down inside. Methodical eyes.
Met a girl, introduced myself, yeah. I asked her go to with me and no one else. And she said, "I'd really like to see you every day. But I'm afraid of what my friends might say".
You want a little protection. From the thoughts deep inside. An intimate connection. Hidden fire in your eyes. With the infection spreading wide. No self denial.
Any clown can make her laugh.. We know that.. Not any clown knows how. to make a good thing last.. And it's, ohh, ooohhhooaaa. it's right there within reach..
Born alone on that twisted night. April's gonna stay. It wasn't long till you bought the knife. The world became that scary place. Oh all alone, just waiting on the phone.
This is only temporary. These songs are my worst habits. My looks and my skin and my temper. And this town, this place I call my home. It's me just purely.
Maginary girl. You lay awake in your bed. Speaking the words in your head. You think about what it means to be dead. . You've got your wits about you.
My life in the D is a tragicomedy, a poetic verse. Its voodoo, some say black magic ettouffe, a dead mans curse. Its just like the Egyptian tombs, tunnels leading to empty rooms.
Forget what you see. And what you thought was true. It's not really me. Speaking to you. . Forget how you feel. Forget all your dreams. 'Cause nothing is real.
Keep me busy, baby.. Keep me satisfied.. Keep me coming back for more.. Keep me on a leash.. Keep me close at heart.. Keep me face down on the floor..
A balloon to your lips. And held between your fingertips. But soon it slips your grip and whips. Around the room, spitting its fumes. Just like me, ain't it just like me?.
My so called friends. Where are they now. I guess a love that bends. Isn't worth much any how. . They come and go. And talk their shit. And when I really need to know.
I once knew a woman, she was skin and bones. Invited all the insects to come into her home. She trained them so well, they could answer her phone. But the day finally came when the poor woman was overthrown.
I'm easy, just a couple of words that you've got to say. And it frees me from the godawful eyes when it sees me. And you said, "You're never gonna make it.
My mother raised me single-handedly. In a Louisiana hell called Harvey. I never know what I'm supposed to be. Turned over every rock for clues. Of what it is to be me.
Does it break your heart each time I fall apart?. Does it give you purpose in this life?. And when I tell the truth. Does it mean as much to you?. I could never live a lie.
House in Virginia. . We'd love to see you, Emma. Red velvet chairs for you to sit on, Emma. Blue cobalt teacups every shape, every size. Your favorite designs.
(Benson). . Show me the moon and I'll play you a tune. I brought out the moon, and I'll show it to you soon. Meet me down at the fiddler's square. And I'll brush your hair.