I gave up and put my heart into Something you wouldn't do You cut, cut me out Just when this began to die I grabbed the reins without you, so I Crawled
I was walking straight with my head down. I was taking steps and losing ground. Following the orders you sent down, Without sound, not a sound. I lost
Therea??s people drinking wine On a Sunday afternoon Being in the city, therea??s things that bring me back to you And here a baby cry And therea??s nothing
I could pick apart the words you say, But never crack the code. 'Cause every little bit you give, Has me screaming for more. Do you wanna play a little
But it's only the weak They lack the passion to prevail But not us, only the weak From the ground I see them standing above with a sinister look Left
She sends a message, scary communication She never speaks a word, and we take from what we see It's so sad to say she's got obligations The thought of
Liquor burns my tongue It stings to count to three and look to see a hand upon your waist But he holds you like he should Graceful, gliding, glimpse of
It's not a confession, it's cause of fault His hidden addiction is on the wall, everyone knows Maybe he'll get by Maybe he knows that disappointment comes
Monty John Oh Lord, what a natural pair Looking for a game, fortune and fame Waitin' just a little farther down the road somewhere Now three card Monty
angels on fatal car chase Drive through the flatlands til I hit ralph Caught the stench of the rotten projects Bagger left and I'm out Non-Phixion be the full monty
Some things in life are bad they can really make you mad Other things just make you swear and curse When you're chewin' on life's gristle, don't grumble
I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay I sleep all night and I work all day He's a lumberjack and he's okay He sleeps all night and he works all day I cut down
Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong? It's swell to have a stiffy, it's divine to own a dick From the tiniest
Sit on my face and tell me that you love me I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you too I love to hear you oralize When I'm between your thighs
I've got ninety thousand pounds in my pajamas I've got forty thousand French francs in my fridge I've got lost of lovely lira, now the deutsche mark's
Up, up, up your premium Up, up, up your premium Up, up, up your premium Up, up, up your premium Up, up, up your premium Up, up, up your premium It's
How sweet to be an idiot As harmless as a cloud Too small to hide the sun Almost poking fun At the warm but insecure, untidy crowd How sweet to be an
Some things in life are bad They can really make you mad Other things just make you swear and curse When you're chewing on life's gristle Don't grumble