had happened Some kind of confusion More like a disaster And it wondered how You were left unaffected But you had no knowledge No, the chemicals covered you
to burn nobody All I wanna do is drink and dance with shawty There's a legend in the house, here to rock the party You can toss, drink, blaze and like there
you believe it's happening?) There were no magic spells, you can keep the flowers and bells They just don't seem right Can it actually be, me and you and you
free Look what love has done to me And I can't tell was that a violin, or did you say something Was that lightning striking where I stand Or did you
by I miss you like crazy I wish that you were here Holding me Because you give me peace You give me hope I love you Of course--there are other men Sharing
There were no violins, there were no soft guitars Hot summer love under the city stars I was Mr. Dynamite and you were my only girl We held each other
there's more Of these things behind the door Do you miss me like I miss you? Do I miss you like you miss me? You're gonna drive me crazy You're gonna
Well they packed up their violin cases [Incomprehensible] Hopped in a big black Studebaker, they were acting pretty scary No one talked as they synchronized
CARLY: UH, THANKS. BUT YOU? FREDDIE: I WAS GONNA WALK YOU HOME FROM SCHOOL, BUT I COULDN?T FIND YOU. HEY! CARLY: FREDDIE, WERE YOU JUST LOOKING OUT
love has done to me And I can't tell was that a violin, or did you say something Was that lightning striking where I stand Or did you just reach out
feet and your violin I was walking by with my guitar in my hand You smiled at me and I jumped right in Before I knew it you were all I knew Every moment
was laying in my garden With my hands deep in soil But I was there on an island Shooting flares at your boat Thought I was soothing like a violin Confess
know you were beautiful You made advances but in fact I'd push you back like a cuticle I was a bad date But, now I know what it was you got lumped
to get dress there were five bitches in my clothes got a new text message, you went crazy at the waffle house a hundred sausage biscuit what the hell you talking bout, I think they were
'll be king of the heap There were pools Now they're murk Gold dust in mud And now all our play is work Aggression is on every lip Like stones on violins
in this biaiatch? V-town, New Orleans, check it out (V-town) Thangs fine, in the middle of the street, sirens and violins silence Muthafuckas play for keeps, violins
hate you You and I were friends but you stabbed me in the back You sold me out and that's the reason I hate you You and I were friends but now there'
