I decided I was in, I was trying It was all too good to be true It was promises of endless summers We were ready to follow it through We'd forget all
Was it ever in your plan To come from east japan And get away with me Now the past has been erased We're standing face to face Won't you let me set you
Ooh, this old heart of mine, been broken thousand times Each time you break away, I fear you're gone to stay Lonely nights that come, memories that go
There's Something about you I get so weak Trouble is I just cant seem to keep my cool Everytime I see you, its driving me crazy They tellin' me its nothing
I don't know what it is that you've done to me But it's caused me to act in such a crazy way Whatever it is that you do when you do what you're doing
I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak Somethin' 'bout the way you do I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak Somethin' 'bout the way you
The streets of pleasure took you to top But every light was red and every sign said stop I felt so confined, just like glued to this spot, oh 'Cause we
Some say it's rules and regulations And trying to always be right No room for mistakes in the choices we make For only the strong survive But it's not
With our ass in the air and our heads in the ground There's no sense of despair without sight, without sound We hold our ears and shut our eyes Distant
Woke up this mornin', feeling low Where my love once used to live She ain't there no more Poor me Why such bad luck, fall on me? Poor me I'm livin' in
No longer on the low, I gotta flow is what I mean Let the critics know they can't tamper with the Jolly Green No longer on the low because my flows be
POOR OLE ME (Jerry Varrable) « © '68 Party Time Music » Well I talked to a friend of yours in town today He told me you were thinkin'
Poor Leno Where you'll be, I'll go Where you'll be, I'll know Where you'll be, I'll find you Poor Leno Where you'll be, I'll go Where you'll be, I'll
Poor little girl With her head in the air There's a poorly sick world all around you Poor horny boy One thing on his mind That poor little girl He must
You walk in, half past nine Lookin like a queen Serving me with papers Calling me obscene Woman I've tried so hard Just to do my best They're gonna put
Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I and you Illuminati comin' thru Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I and you Illuminati comin' thru Flow like the Cassius
