come here anyway? Hey old timer, why ya drinkin' the wine at Shakeys? Hey old timer, I can tell your feet get achy Was it the same as special that
I was blind as a bat And still knew where you were at I was deaf and dumb And still knew that you're the only one I could show up at your door And still
She knows where she's coming from Nice little punk rock girl She's so lonely and lovely and mad at her mom She's the best little girl in the world She
You're my angel Sticking on me You're my angel Bringing me to my knees My angel, calling upon me Angel, angel Angel, angel
if he'd write me when he went away to school And he said "Maybe" We kissed goodnight, I thought I'd never see him again But he showed up at my window that
Why does he give up so easily? Why does he give up so easily? Why does he give up so easily? Why does he give up so easily?
And I looked, away from you And I found, a better way to do it And I've seen some younger people happy As can be, but not as especially Happier than
Her name was Raina She blew my mind What a mouth she had on her What a thing you'd never want to find She blew my mind I walked her to the door I said
She looks at me, oh so pretty Touching me with her smiling white teeth She's showing me the place Where everything is heard and said She's showing me
Could you sign my guitar? Can I take a picture with a rock star? Your face wallpapers my walls Here's my number when you're in town give me a call I
She is given such pain. She is faced with the evil strain She is given no choice. She conquers and can't rejoice I see the picture of her standing on
She doesn't know how to give herself a chance She doesn't know how to go home alone She doesn't know how to go to sleep at night She doesn't know how,
It's time to shut off It's time to turn down It's time to get lost I must turn me around To lessen the pain To broaden the truth To dispose of no gain
You silently cheer me up You don't even know it You silently piss me off You don't even know it You silently turn me up You don't even know it You
Part of this is waiting Part of this is baiting you Part of this is parting us Part of this is this part of you Part of this is faking Part of this is
Paid programming helps me sleep at night, tucked in bed so tight Paid programming helps me sleep at night, cures me of my fright I'd like to see Cher
How could they do this to us? This boy, this boy How could they make such a fuss? Over this boy, this boy Not much to compare him to This boy, this boy
What about me, GTE? Why ya gotta change my 213? How could you change my MTV To channel 12 from 24? What ever happened to the Z Channel? I just can't