Verse 1. These days, I've been drownin' in a burning room. All these feelings weigh me down like lead balloons. I can't stop my hands from reachin' out for you. It's like my mind knows that you're gon
Ok Fred, now you're a yaga yaga. Ok Fred, bully for you. Ok Fred, now you're a yaga yaga. I wanna be one too. . Ok Fred, now I'm a yaga yaga. Ok Fred, what do I do?. Ok Fred, now I'm a yaga
Ok Fred, now you're a yaga yaga. Ok Fred, bully for you. Ok Fred, now you're a yaga yaga. I wanna be one too. . Ok Fred, now I'm a yaga yaga. Ok Fred, what do I do?. Ok Fred, now I'm a yaga
Nicoderm patch and a Marlboro red. Wild turkey out the bottle gauz covers where the wrists bled. Begged and pled and fled rockin' a hospital gown brain dead. Hitched a ride with a guy named Fred
Doctor, what is happening to me?. Palpitations, my mind's diseased. Even my vision is impaired, I'm losing my hair. 'Cos when I hold her in my arms. I feel like Fred Astaire Lovesick, my
Well I miss you baby. I've been thinking lately. That you don't need me anymore. You'd be better with Fred Astaire. He could take you anywhere. If you ask him to And God knows. That it's a
a man in the front row. Sent down by the mob with a gun. For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm back out on the street. 'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat. 'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but dive
