I saw the way you light a room. the night I met you. In that light I just knew. we'd be together. Something old, something new. I borrowed all that's true.
Set me free, why don't cha babe. Get out my life, why don't cha babe. 'Cause you don't really love me. You just keep me hangin' on. You don't really need me.
looking dark times in the face. i find hope in your arms. based upon more than a feeling. can you taste my confusion. if you want to run away from me.
He's got something that moves my soul. And he knows I'd love to love him. And he lets me down every time. Can't make him mine he's no one's lover. . Tonight with me he'll be so inviting.
Listen. . See this girl, she walks up to me. Got body like you would not believe. First glance, she had me in a trance. . I think that she dropped down and stopped.
How many times does it take to know?. How many inches will your nose grow?. How many girls will you pull in tow?. How many minutes until you go?. . Take your head off my shoulder.
i cannot be contained in a culture. you are consumed by outward appearance. they're self-absorbed. you're beautiful. stand at arms length so insecure.
The world stops as you walk in,. Every head turns to you dreading everything God gave you. The strobe lights bounce off the walls. Pulls you in, as they spin revolving all around you.
so this where it lies. days of angelic laughs. we've come and gone. we'll see you next winter. we must push on. two months from home. city after city.
First act I wake to find the hope. To see you simply staring back at me. But still there's only emptiness calling. . To break the dream I once believed.
I'm gonna' be cruisin' the coast. Drinking my pop. I'm gonna' be kissin' all the girls. I'm gonna' be, I'm gonna' be singing all the rock. . I know you are all that's true.
monday is gone. go back home. it tears me up when we're apart. a letter in the mail. it's better to say this in person. there was a time i'd die for you.
Come on over, make her ambitious. Tell me some more of your true time stories. . I don't wanna' be a cocaine slut. I don't wanna' be a cocaine slut. I don't wanna' be a cocaine slut.
Hey Blake, won't you give us. Some of that beep boppin' music?. Alright. . It's called beat boxing. It's called beat boxing. . My name is B-B-Bshorty.
Oh, you look so fine in your shaven head. Not a hairdo but a hat instead. . Your shadow dances on that TV like no one did before. You never look into the camera at me.
we traveled the country in pursuit of good times. waiting to see what was around every corner. such a beautiful summer. happened so long ago. but I still cherish the memories.
B-b-break anotha, n-n-notha, break anotha. . Baby girl like cinnamon, hot for the skin hes in. Oops! Makes you wanna sin again. Defenses start to break, its more than you can take.
we protest because. we're afraid of not feeling guilty. for wanting to buy into. the standard order of things. we yell and scream for a better way. confusion is chaos.
You ring me up and you bring me down. I never know if you'll come around. I like the salty taste in my mouth. Ten minutes on the lips, ten days without.
standing in the middle of a crisis. you see me. i can't see you. it's so dark. if we save ourselves. we allow the others to fall. still so dark. and would you die for them.