home Mrs. Amputee has lost the war She's gaining so much more Her friends and family love her But she's feeling so alone She doesn't even know you Mr. Mister
Translation: Mr. Big. Mister Gone.
Chris Isaak We Lost Our Way We Started Walkin' and then we learned to run I still don't know what We're Runnin' From You said you loved me but you couldn
Yeah, no, no, no With no chains I could run free With no pain, I'd be happy With no cash, I could borrow With no direction, I could follow But with no
more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy He said, you're sick, you're obscene No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister
Good morning, Mister Sun, Welcome to the sky- Shine on all the Little creatures As you're passing by. Stop yawning, Mister Sun, Time to make a
Hook All I hear is what you say,hear is what you say Ill be on my way, x2 Chorus Mr Mista can?t you see Sometimes the world just takes a hold of me Forces
Lead me or follow Feed me or swallow If this ain't the real thing I don't want the real thing Ignore me, I sit here, I know where I fit here You don't
out theriac eyes So they call me Mr. Prozac All alpha?holic?s to A.m. anonymous & ?kiss, kiss my good name goodbyes? Tired out theriac eyes So they call me Mr
Hip-Hop hoes) (Check this out) (Bitch) Yeah bitch No more Mister Nice Guy Y'all bitches check this shit out right here now Word up, baby No more Mister
someone like you You've got to help me, now please Mr. Universe Don't tell me that I'm just a hopeless case Don't let me down now, please Mr. Universe
the papers They can't be seen with me and I'm getting Shot down And I'm feeling mean [ref] No more mister nice guy No more mister clean No more mister
234 untruths and lies you told me before nothing you say could ever end this war, the hurting never stops you look in my eyes and promised me true, nothing
, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me Dancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr
Hey, Mr. Euro I love your EEC Come down to earth And lay your hands on me I said, "Hey, Mr. Smile and Style I love that shiny suit I meant to get one
the school of these ghetto games and the fool of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame, shame. Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr
, the nigga Mr. Swisher, and Mr. Flows Mr. Brick, Mr. Killer Grams Nigga, Mr. 'Bows Mr. Slab, Mr. Candy Paint, nigga Mr. Dough And Mr. Eighty Fo', hatin