Do you realize what they have done? Showed me I am not the only one Planted something in my mind Now I've begun to find Missing time I want back I'm
[Bruce Springsteen cover] Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all Everything is everything Everything is everything
Music: chan kinchla Lyrics: john popper I remember hearing a story About a girl who wanted to fly Something about dreams as fragile as bubbles Well
I remember hearing a story About a girl who wanted to fly Something about dreams as fragile as bubbles Well perhaps it won't apply It seems she'd flap
Nicht ein einziger Laut dringt über deine LippenKein Atemzug mehr hebt deine Brust Das Leuchten der Augen verwässert im Zwielicht Die Blä
Some people talk Just to hear their lips rattle Got their high positions Same old ship but with a different paddler Told me that I had to get commercialized
song to be sung She's got blue eyes, deep like the sea that roll back when she's laughin' at me She rises up like the tide the moment her lips meet mine
I don't play tell your friend that the game can begin if she stay I pass out cake like your birthday bitch if you kiss both of those lips, take that,
Blue and gold behind me in the bleachers Go Comanches on makeshift cardboard signs ?We Will Rock You? blaring through the hometown speakers As I flew
you ready (Are you ready) To cross that line? Put your lips on mine Ooh, put your lips on mine, baby Do you wanna try? Are you ready to Say goodbye To all these blues
The way you move your hips When you're struttin' down the street Oh it makes a man so weak in the knees Lipstick on your lips When you say those words
burners on my thighs Raw like peeblo, guns and mink coats Light up canoes, till titanics, I sink ships Love doing bitches with pink lips, call me Padre
When I'm feeling blue All I have to do Is take a look at you Then I'm not so blue When you're close to me I can feel your heart beat I can hear you breathing
Yeah, yeah High, higher than the sun You shoot me from a gun I need you to elevate me here At the corner of your lips As the orbit of your hips Eclipse
The red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana Rode into town one day And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion And walkin' behind was a bay The
Fo'sho, you hurt 'em with the new Prada's, true Check mines they royal blue, my shit's is baby blue They powder blue, yo' shit's is hotter You hotter
type to interior decorate the watch I'm a type to sling heavy weight on the block And every state like Pac words Jiggers to hurt (holla) (Mya:) Ya lips
Most things, run ya half a ticket Bugatti Boys, cop don't even write the ticket! I got a few crips that wanna come and kick it Catch blue balls if one