all the rest of the world. Our memory will always tell our story. But not our fate, not our fate (Thanks to Miss May I for these lyrics)
Translation: Miss May I. Not Our Tomorrow.
with all the rest of the world. Our memory will always tell our story. But not our fate, not our fate (Thanks to Miss May I for these lyrics)
the car flipped I'm not gonna lie to ya, 'cause I don't lie I just kick thick game, some people say why? 'Cause I'm back on the block, I got my life
I dance a little closer to you And watch you dance away Hard selling, what we both know Tomorrow you may not be able to give away And as I leave the
fall where they may I never wanted to go, I never wanted to stay, I never wanted to be afraid But still childhood sees what childhood will But nothing ever stays the same I
Well, I left for work in a hurry I rushed out the door without saying goodbye I didn't tell her I loved her this mornin' But I'll tell her tonight, I
say the least Yes, dear old friend That's a happy tear, old friend I can't conceal, try though I may The way I feel so I pretend I'm sure it's clear
I heard Some sane day not too far away I shall be gone and you could be looking for me I'm giving love new perspective, I'm giving you new directive I
I'd ride the wave until I come again I may crack but I'll never shatter I may crack but it doesn't matter I may crack but I'll never shatter I may crack
the theatrics I expect revolution before I count to ten So stand in line behind the Miss World failures Behind the leading voices and behind the drunken sailors Put our
hooo Tomorrow at ten I'll wake you and then We'll take a bath and then I'll laugh again with Deirdre You may not live with me every day All that I
Roxie Hart] So, I'm scared. I'm sure would appreciate some advice, especially from someone I admire as much as you. Since I can remember, I have wanted
bow down and suck his knees And I am about to kick it all up in here, stand by for kickin' I am the kicker er, not you, you kick elsewhere This sucks
take our time Erase what's on our minds This may not come again Gonna make this magic last So let's not move too fast You feel so good to me I wanna
walkie talkie I'm talking to Mars you may think I'm wacky I know they'll come get me, come get me someday I know they'll come get me and take me away
spun 'round Did I sleep too late Have I missed too much Have I missed much Have I missed much I wanna see my baby I wanna see my baby Is it tomorrow
