Running down the street Scott looked back at me and said This is another bizzare and thankless situation you've gotten us in i said, oh like you've never
said no I told you so When you asked me out I had my doubts Uncertainty You were right for me Were we meant to be Were you right for me Chorus: The heart versus
Oooh Aaah For you I'd write a symphony I'd tell the violin It's time to sink or swim Watch 'em play for ya For you I'd be (oh whoa) Runnin' a
Usher, baby, I'm alone in this room The only thing that's in my mind is you I can't lie and say that I don't hear you calling my Thats something for you
[Talkin:] Yo This Yo boi Pleasure Providing pleasure To all you sexy ladies In your silk and your lace And your lingerie Dont forget your pumps
Drummer Boy Said you'll neva give away your heart again I'll be knockin' 'til you let me in I know you told me, you'd rather be lonely You don't even
they don't move They are only sleeping It's a sunny day Big fight Cobra versus mongoose Big fight, we can't wait forever Big fight Cobra versus mongoose
If it takes control of your body and soul embrace it if it makes you cry or leave you wondering why don't turn around, face it but do turn cold if they
When all is said and done, we know what's right what's wrong But does it matter then when all is said and done? When all is said and done, we know who
went to a congress- about the problems of poverty arranged by the state- to introduce their policy millions been spent- on debates, paper and beaurocracy
wipe that grin right off your face and focus your attention, on the blood you taste now you tell me about your sorrow for you won't live to see tomorrow
you are immersed in your own guilty pleasure your tongue will never reach the bottom of the bottle do I make you wet? i can surely guess that your eyes
I could see the souls seeping through the stones on the horizon on the horizon my movements are drapes in a state of the art your emotions lack the face
it's hard to make these letters look as beautiful as you a word too soft, too frail to be uttered or be placed in your dreams my blood was an untrusty
a toast to those who taste the glorious breath a sweet reminder stained on a lover's neck if it wasn't for this then I could hardly be the sadistic masochist
i call action to the scene only a small fraction will make it to the screen this is but a contorted synapse of your perception this is exactly where
can you feel my legs begin to shake just as the ether that is under these sheets the space between this jealous air and my final attempt to sleep until
the family fell apart with a strict blow from an ill-divine addiction transfixed on its own undulating survivor rate for the sake of right mind and public