Wish you were here with me in my head and looking through Same window but seeing a different view Dr Winsley he told me I'm unbalanced but that's outrageous
.... One day perhaps we will come back to this country and bring our children to show them you know And what we had to sacrifice to be in that country
am i waiting for nothing at all? hawhee, hawhee, hawhee, oh baby. and what are you saving yourself for? hawhee, hawhee. oh my little one, don't be ashamed
Quiero emborrachar mi corazon Para apagar un loco amor Que mas que amor es un sufrir Y aqui vengo para eso A borrar antiguos besos En los besos de otras
I've got the skin of a shark And I'm gonna make a muscle. Just holding onto filth Of the pornagraphic slut. I've got an ill will And a pair of brass knuckles
This stoy keeps writing itself, pages and chapters of you and I, of things that I wish would have happened, of things that I wish you would say, then
I took a walk with the palm trees As the daylight fell Sangria in a canteen Talking to myself This tattoo on my left hand Is turning purplish blue Daydreams
talk to me and i better not hear a word do me baby i better not feel it girl i still got one bullet left in my nine finna do a lovecrime lovecrime
I've been meaning to fuck you in the garden Been breathing so hard we both could use the oxygen Just hop on my back i'll take you down the stairs Into
I think I started something, I got what I wanted did didn't I can't feel nothing Superhuman, even when i'm fucking Viagra popping, every single record
(Talks) When I was younger I used to wonder like... (Sings) If I was singing songs Just to sing the songs If was singing cause That's what the bitches
Who's that talking in the library? Who's that talking in my library? Is that you? No, I won't put you out 'Cause what would this place be without my muse
When we were kids We hand-painted strawberries on a swing Every moment was so precious then I'm still kicking it I'm daydreaming on a strawberry swing
[Hook] There will be tears, I've no doubt There may be smiles but a few And when those tears have run out You will be numb and blue [Bridge] I can't
I believe Jehovah-jireh I believe there's heaven, I believe in war I believe a woman's temple Gives her the right to choose but baby, don't abort I believe
That's a pretty big trunk on my Lincoln town car, ain't it? Big enough to take these broken hearts and put 'em in it Now I'm driving 'round on the boulevard
I bet that you love me like I love you But I should know that gambling just don't pay So I look up to the sky And I wonder what it'll be like in days
And here's Ivanovich, in his rocket ship Spinning helplessly up above the earth A while his heart is splintered All the girls of winter are buried in