(One, Two, Three, Four). (One, Two, Three, Four). My mom is better than. Your mom and your dad too. She knows nutrition well. That's why I'm trim & lean.
I stripped to the puff just to find you fake it. I got dried up and put away. Real love at sea found the bottom baby. I oughta fall when entertaining a stowaway.
We used to drive out of town and crash. Under stars in the lone grass. Watch your fire turn to ash. Watch the day break and the night pass. . Through the haze of the sunrise.
(All). Now, if all that ash used to be hash. What the heck time is it now?. Last thing I remember I was looking at my stash. Just before the late late show.
I understand about indecision. I don't care about the FBI. People living in competition. All I want is to have my peace of mind. It's great to be here in this excellent city.
Hey have you heard the news. (The fight is on). Who do you think will win. (She's pretty strong). Maybe he's got a chance. (He's pound for pound). Maybe he's got a chance.
Here goes my life again. It's pretty plain, what a shame. Who'll win the race today. Haven't a chance. Play the game. Well I'm tired of thinking, of thinking, thinking.
For many a year I was so confused. I didn't know what to play. But then I met a man who picked up his horn. An' showed me just what to say. . He was skinny an' lean an' he kept his nose clean.
Leaving me girl and moving on down the road. You left me many burdens such a heavy load. And it sure does bring me out. When I think about what went down.
The willow in the wind is gently weeping. No city lights tonight for she is sleeping. But in a little while she will awake and gently smile. My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning.
Long, long time ago. Oh, I can still remember. How the music used to make me smile. . And we knew if we got a chance. That we could make the people dance.
Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide. How he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five. Speed jive dont wanna stay alive when youre twenty-five.
Forgot my six-string razor - hit the sky. Half way to memphis 'fore I realised. Well I rang the information - my axe was cold. They said she rides the train to oreoles.
Now Alice needed money I put 10 dollars on the breeze. As the wind died away, she sank way below her knees. And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money from the sky.
Hey, my head spins at the thought. That I'm sleeping my way out of this rut. Stealing, so we could be together. Losing, so we would never part. We wear American shoes, so we can't speak for anything.
Outline of a story-board with no idea. Head first in the shallow end. I apologize if I do not care. . Busy hands keep swimming they don't like swallowing.
I am wrecked, I am overblown. I'm also fed up with the common cold. . But I just hate to say goodbye. To all the metaphors and lies. That have taken me years to come up with.
She makes a lot of abstract art. She haggles for the cheapest price. She never orders take out food. Before ten o'clock at night. . She's really into snowmobiles.
I won't tell you how to live your life. So please stay far away from mine. Always watching out for which and when. Is always running out of time. . Drip drop in like skin of summer.