Now there's a dance I can see that the kids all do It's called, 'The Mess Around', you can mess around too Come on mess around, yeah, it's Mess Around
Go baby, go baby , go, go baby Go baby, I'ma let my hair down Go baby, I'ma let my hair down (Go) Go baby, I'ma let my hair down, I'ma let my hair down
ah aaaah oouuh wouhou ah aaaah oouuh wouhou So you see You've got me back again for more And it seems Your song is in my head This is war Mystery
Can you hear them The helicopters I'm in New York No need for words now We sit in silence You look me In the eye directly You met me I think it's Wednesday
Can you hear them? The helicopters I'm in New York No need for words now We sit in silence You look me In the eye directly You met me I think it's Wednesday
I am my own affliction I am my own disease There ain't no drug that they could sell Ah, there ain't no drug to make me well There ain't no drug There
Wake up in the morning with nothing to do Gimme one reason and I'll be drunk by noon I take that back, I don't need no reason at all Can you remind me
I'm such a drag wish that I could disappear I just smoked myself right into this chair I've had no revelations, got no future plans So many expectations
You dont really want to get involved in my life its kinda scary like a slurpee brain frezze, you dont really want to taste more than the first kiss,
El idiota de Mel Gibson te ha prestado su cara da las gracias que no ha sido Micky Rourke o Alfredo Landa mas octanos mas octanos para alimentar el
Like roses wither so does hope as we approach our final fate A new dawn of man? Oh no, can't you feel, the End is on it's way... It's all over said and
For so long I was deceived Enslaved by these chains Blinded to Your forgiveness If only I knew Your love Giving Your life to save me from this pain
Tanya Stephens - Spilled Milk When you left me in a fever ah shovel yoh shit Ah never know you woulda be back ah grovel like dis It take me so long
So you see you've got me back again for more And it seems your song is in my head, this is war Mystery, how I could feel you breathe me I was sure you
I've said it once and I'll say it again I've got something hanging over my head I was laying on your shoulder, perfectly content Until you told me all
This road is anything but simple Twisted like a riddle I've seen High, I've seen low So loud, the voices over my doubts Telling me to give up To pack
Baby, what are you doing today, what are you doing later? I don't know my way through a maze of gray skyscrapers But I'm willing to learn If you want