down on wings, it's time you sing this out loud. But you will hear the beats, from the street birds beaks as they fly to me from the south. Is it too
time you saw me I wasn't this cool And i'm hangin' out in mexico down by the pool In cabo, cabo san lucas If I send you a ticket would you fly in?
her at the bus stop eyein me Hot as hell but fly as can be Yes she was Yes she was And finally ended up takin a ride wit me Whippin that side Thas
it hot I step into a room you could hear a pin drop Now I know you know I rocked alot of tunes Ryhme so high, I fly ya to the moon Don't try to take me
real royal lady, true patron of the arts She said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar
t you fly fly fly with me Sweet innocent fate will be our company Ahh, Ahhh, Ahh, Ahhh We at the plant remain, only after dark Ahh, Ahhh Moon, simple
want to be your space invader. For you I will descend the deepest moon crater. I is most stronger than darth vapor. Obey me, I is your new dictator.
royal lady, true patron of the arts She said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar
Mars You can't see me I might as well be the Man on the Moon You can't hear me Oh, can you feel me so close And yet so far Baby, I might as well be on
last time you saw me I wasn't this cool And i'm hangin' out in mexico down by the pool In cabo, cabo san lucas If I send you a ticket would you fly
Midnight guitar strumming, being one with the moon. Laying down my lyrics, near a lovely lagoon, With a bucket of shrooms, and a staffy to pat. Mans
see those Rocky Mountains Ride my horse and watch an eagle fly I gotta live my life and write my songs beneath these Western Skies When I die you can bury me