I put up a song. sad. to grease the temple. start in the middle. with no hands, no fans to hit me like you do. I would rather be wrong than to burn forever, mired in achy blue The flames they
All eyes are different. from the gold ones to blue to brown. I want yours to stick around All eyes are different. from the gold ones to blue to brown. I want yours to stick around Just trying to
Hey Stu. With your hair and eyes. You make me feeeel. Driving all the Sexy Young Ones crazy. they scream a lot at ya. Doing all the things you like to do. they've got a right to want to scream
There's a red house road. And lies beyond it. Something like a chicken coup. Not sure though I go overdose. And the ghost of my brain. Goes to your's. And something comes quite clear Smoke is
around. On a beauty strike from birth to you Saw you in town. I Fingered you down. I thought you were lovely. And stared at the ground. I'll follow you wherever you go Rabbit season ended when I shot
You're gonna look fine love. I got burned bad. but to wit. you look fine the real big lovelies get two valentine fingers Your eyes are all dry. you're gonna look fine love. the real big lovelies
Tears make paper dolls of our coast. they carve continents. (get up and moan). got right wing documents. the lights change. and cars go. the lines change but girls don't won't you stay up boy.
Naughty-naughty-naughty. can't steer. so sexy. in a war. open-open-open-open. dancers ride. in kind. off air. Jump-a-jump-a-jump-a-jump. the cheap suit squat. it's fun and wow Put an onion-o
