concrete, but she would only smile Now all the other children living in or near her building Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants They would say, "Hey
it. Hey. What can you do. Another night shot to hell. Hey, this was serious back then. This was very serious. I mean these songs now are just piddley
t turn back past the grave into my head for the dead putting ash in graves and I smoke with the spirit so feel me rise over the clouds for now up until
all alone, this cannot be, just you and no one else Do you like it, you really like it? Now you're staring at the sky Wondering how the clouds can be
the sand" "In respect to the clouds And the colony of your eyes That day we made love I'm going to call my little child Amber Jones" (Hey supermodel
-oh hey hey from the double oh-oh-oh from the double oh hey hey freestyle off the dome ... that was easy yeah, where y'all at London? yeah extra good now
room I require a meeting with the girl who took my soul this afternoon Don't go telling me she's not here now I followed her home alone Lenina Hey hey
another day gone... sittin in my livin room pullin on some tubes no more bubble berry so i settled for the blue snapped it through and my lungs start
' gangstafied Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Hey, hey, Star Trak, Star Trak Now let's smoke
never trust her she had a pocket full of lies so one night i left her in total darkness in a hotel room in tulsa hey driftin woman wherever your driftin now
two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway Hey
not a rat to be spat on locked up in this room Those bars that look towards the sun at night look towards the moon Everyday the swallows play in the clouds
dreams are made of Stuff that dreams are made of Hey, hey, hey! Stuff that dreams are made of Stuff that dreams are made of Hey, hey, hey! Stuff Stuff
of nature Bridge But inside her heart there's this kid locked away in a room Who peeks through the door every now and again And says hey I'm coming
Hey just get over yourself This ain't too good for your health Hey just get over yourself Hey just get over yourself This ain't too good for your health Hey
season? Where are we at? And why are we leaving? Trees are shrinking, turning past the roots And roots back into season Clouds are changing coming at me Different directions now
a cloud To rain on my parade. I'm gonna live and live now, Get what I want I know how, All that the law will allow. Hey, gorgeous, here we go again.
, oh I hear, hey, hey, hey, hey Come pollinate me, hey Hey, hey, hey Come pollinate me, hey Hey, hey come pollinate me Across the room, across the room