Lyrics:
We're apt to think it cruel but sometimes
It's a case of cruel to be kind
And if we'd get up off our knees
Why then we'd see the forest for the trees
So that people are apt to stare
Do they know, do they care
That it's only that I'm lonely
And low as can be? And the smile on my face
Isn't really
To war they loosen up
They live and they're more apt
To let live dig?
We dig
Sinatra: You know, I'd love to visit
Russia, and sometime later, China
Too i
and get right back to class
Move to Miami and work on my English
All the white girls be at Apt200
They calling up Zach from the door ‘cause
The all trying
talk a little too much
And I laugh a little too much
And my voice is too loud
When I'm out in a crowd
So that people are apt to stare
Do they
That's what about rep that A-P-T's
Dope-Boy, just call me a Doe Boy
I'm that international boy, Flo-Rida fo' sho boy
Triple C's the second, I get it fo'
knows what you're apt to find there
With the cost of livin', and the price of dyin'
Well it look like to me this time I won't be buyin'
You're gonna
And the hand grenade is somethin'
That I just don't understand
You've got to throw it quickly
Or you're apt to lose your hand
Does it blow a man to pieces
With
I talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much,
And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd,
So that people are apt to stare.
Do
talk a little too much and I laugh a little too much
And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd
So that people are apt to stare
Do they know,
talk a little too much and I laugh a little too much
And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd
So that people are apt to stare
Do they know,
and stay
Reconsider, reconsider, reconsider
Sometimes honey I know I talk too loud
Short temper I'm apt to cuss you, you
I don't mean it, passion gets
on that Tourbillion
APT that's watch talk
Black GT that's drop talk
Like a baby head, my top soft
Hit the club and we pop collars
Private jet, one way
talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much
And my voice is too loud, when I'm out in a crowd
So that people are apt to stare
Do they know, do
apt to confuse me
Because it's such an unusual sight
Oh I can't get used to something so right
Something so right
Some people never say the words
skeletons, hiding in the closet
Any skeletons, any skeletons
In the closet!it's insanity, puppetmaster boy or nazi
Apt pupil, he hears the screams
you
Realize alibis ain't too wise
And they just won't cut this time
You're gonna give this boy a chance
'Cause he's apt to blow your mind
Don't tell me
the closet
Any skeletons, any skeletons
In the closet!it's insanity, puppetmaster boy or Nazi
Apt pupil, he hears the screams
Nightmares turn into wet dreams
I talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much
And my voice is too loud, when I'm out in a crowd
So that people are apt to stare
Do they
of polyurethane,
things are apt to get a bit hot
As the toys go winding down
C.G. The Mexican is a friend of mine
We used to sit around the house watching
the first to admit it
The first to admit it
But the last one to know
If something goes right
Well, it's likely to lose me
It's apt to confuse me
Because
Where the boys are
A crazy world, of strange desires
It thrills me
The stars for the night
Where the boys are I will sway
Where the boys are apt
I talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much,
And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd,
So that people are apt to stare.
Do
so apt to wrap themselves up in the stripes and stars
And find that they are able to call themselves heroes
And to justify murder by their fighters
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