Prepare yourself, turn off your phone And get in position 'cause baby it's on And it's on Ain't nothing wrong With being soaking wet Ain't nothing wrong
I wanna show you how I feel, don't hold back, here's my love Baby, you're the one for me I wanna know, how can we get down tonight? No more game, let'
Dear love, I was thinking how I should be starting this Magnificent ways still I can light you like an arsonist Put my heart in this particularly funny
It's on like Donkey Kong You wanted that fast buck now I gotta light that ass up The nigga with the big fat trigger Don't test me, gravedigger had to
Wet ground and the snow is still not falling Circumstances are alarming, darling The future is just a word, that's how I recall it The past is much more
On promenades where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins Where ceremonies pause at the jeweller's shop display Feigning casual silence in strained
it doesn't make you a slut 'cause baby you can fuck whomever you want it just makes it more complicated but thats a lot of sex thats sixty-four dicks
across a bridge up on the second floor me on the couch you on the bed you told me about your lovers i can't remember all the dumb things i said lighters
here i am all alone again with the tv glow and the sound of the trains rumbling and after pushing the smoke from my lungs the late night applause derails
this song is short so your attention won't be required long its just a couple of major chords and a c minor its more than halfway thru only six or seven
you can try to break my spirit but my core is way too strong your words ring harsh your sentiment unkind unbridled rage can't topple this acropolis bored
he read every issue of punk planet with a tissue bad reviews of his favorite band made him cry and he could hardly believe that jawbreaker signed to dgc
put me in a rocketship and send me straight to mars i'll bring you back a pocket full of stars shoot me thru the ozone layer somewhere off the charts
i'm the superstar of this little bar concentrate on every word i say my voice amplified i'm a stereotype a singing swinging cliche raise your fist up
britney spears makes my head get all light and heather graham naked in boogie nights winona ryder i fantasize about her with carmen elektra naked beside
your face your black beret headline news today your foot in history planted firmly into place with your blue dress stain you shouldn't have trusted that
seeing you again was blinding like a match in a room with no light a sulfur blast then a slow burn champagne in bed just me you and the bottle and sublime
boldy forging on plains of kansas on both sides a new book to fill endless highway and miles and miles of ambition the unknown makes a turn and heads