Fire. Fire (Throw some water on me). Fire. Fire. The way you walk and talk really sets me off to???????? Long time, yes it does. The way you squeeze and "cheese" knocks me to my knees and I'm smo
Hook. My mouth is made of metal, metal, metal. Pocket full of yellow, yellow. Pocket full of gold and I hope you find. I hope you find your dreams. . Verse 1. What did you say back to me?. I'm
Sitting with the thinker. Trying to work it out. It's a traffic jam of the brain. Makes you want to scream and shout Presidential party. No one wants to dance. Looking for a new star. To put you
