Lyrics:
Just kidding!
It's not a lot that you've been saying, whoa
But I can tell from your body language
Okay let's talk about it ('bout it)
I-Is you 'bout
You only want me when I'm fucked up
You only think I'm sexy when I slur my words
Well baby that's fucked up
You look me in my eyes tell me do your
I go high
You go low
No need for any quid pro quo
By this practical arrangement
We're never going toe to toe
I go up
You go down
Just do our thing
satisfaction
The role of captain played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit you soul absorb it
A real
don't tease
Just dance on
Don't try and kiss me now, dance on
You might be feeling quite romantic
But I'll dance cheek to cheek
Or we'll miss every
One squaddy, horrifically burnt in the Falklands War,
Was approached by Prince Charles during a presentation.
"Get well soon" said the Prince,
most romantic dreams only seem like a tease
I understand its hard to believe
Live in a time where loyalty is overpowered by greed
Pain last longer when
clear
We'll never bring back our golden years
I was a hopeless romantic fool
I should have known how to see this through!
You remind me of our endless
the weather
Know it gets cold on them long nights
It's you I wanna hold on them long nights
We got separated by this long drive
Now I hit your phone to see if
You smell like danger
I knew when I saw ya
I like the feeling of tryin to figure you out
You wore a mask but you wore it so well as if it was real
like to hawk a lot
Is it because your sign don't talk a lot
She turned away, no play, I said ok
You don't really look good, I hope you have a bad day
blue jeans
Drop a dime in the box play the song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights
Brenda and Eddie were
what she meant
When she said she got lonesome by herself
She kept callin' to me and I thought
Well since her mama's gone
I'll go up and talk to her
some moaning in the south
All day, all night oh oh oh oooo
Just listen how it's raining all day all night
Didn't it rain, talk about rain oh my Lord
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some
her
I got some friends up north
I know that when we all get bored
We'll sit around, share whiskey stories
Talk about when we're all forty
It's hard
him coming early at night
Him sight another sexy girl and she passing by
Read her, stand up and know him want her tonight
Inna fi him bed a where she
Hey what’s up baby
Yeah...yeah I’ll be ready in and hour.
Oh you trying to stop by first?
Wait...you already here?
Alright bet. Let me buzz you in...
Prograchives.com – recensioni al disco “Ukiyoe – Mondi Fluttuanti” di NichelOdeon/InSonar a cura di Mellotron Storm, VOTOMS, Albebaran Well, Kazza3, tmay102436,
grammar when I'm injured with a hammer,
But I've a preference for the deference of a metaphor.
I've read the Odyssey by Homer and the Iliad as well,
I
summer heat
Summer nights, autumn nights with that summer heat
Weekend with friends, chillin by the water, gettin tanned
Playin nasty songs, should I talk
know while they call me the man I put down
Your dress amazing but bae drop it by your ankles
Don’t wanna talk right now just do what I say so
It ain’t no
And songs of age old memory
Are yet to be sung
Before the moon and morning light
We'll talk to strangers
Children of the night
We'll be playing wild amongst
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