the flavor Got the flavor Feel so good about a piece of trash, the birds are drunk, they're drinking from a glass White lightning and an ol' fruit cup
too white Like dice rolling snakeyes in headlights at night She is too white Like a corpse in the sunshine or eyes in a fight There's a spot a spot
A little time in the country A day or two to slow down A bottle of wine and a walk in the moonlight Maybe some foolin' around But you think time is just a
s like we're all livin' in a big ol' cup Just fire up the blender, mix it all up It's a French kiss, Italian ice Margaritas in the moonlight (Whoa oh
heart In the turning of twilight in the shadows of moonlight You can show me a new place to start I've torn my clothes and I've drained the cup Strippin
a mile There never seems to be quite enough Floating around to fill your lovin' cup Ooh-hoo, Jackie Blue What's a game, girl, if you never lose Ask a
. Stand in the moonlight drinking coffee from a paper cup. You hear monotonous noises. It's that time of night Nothing but a noisey, guilty conscience. Its so predictable. Oh what a
the fathers of fortunate sons For us it's a matter of charging the gates For you it's a matter of blood Drink well from your bottomless cup And bask
up Had a smoke Angry yoke who spoke in tongues and dreamed a lot A chord a light a paralight abyss New tricks in moonlight Sad sumo A silly sea Counting
The human race would face extinction Before I'd ever let you turn an inch into a smile, honey Like you still got a chance It's just amusing watching
alone Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Without a love of my own Without a love of my own Now I have a girl of my own
light It's always penny and me tonight On the plane, step with both my feet Riding in seat number three On a flight to NYC Got my bean in a coffee cup
Shove the rotten regiment, we're off on a moonlight flit Ho, tally ho, the battle cry, oh We're off down the pub Ho, tally ho, a pint and decent Pint
Take it down, mess it up, light a match, make a fire Walk away as the money burns, it might just save your life I play the happenstance, oh, I see my
an rain as evening comes Longing to see him again I've been away too long But in the moonlight I can feel my heart is beating like a drum A wild suspicion
her bag is busting at the seams she made sure to bring everything moonlighting they're leaving everything moonlighting they're losing all their friends moonlighting
the Flavor Got the Flavor Feel so good about a piece of trash, the birds are drunk, they're drinking from a glass White lightning and an ol' fruit cup
of holding on, Lift a loving cup, a cup of number one. Chorus ?Look across the table John, look across the table to me?; There?s still a young girl