days (But I'm coming) So hold on, hold on (Hold on, coz I'm coming). You're so messing with your way (But I'm coming) So hold on, hold on (Hold on, coz
boat Cause I would go deep Yes down deeper low Right next to the P like L M N O There is no expression No word or phrase I know That would accurately
's close to none All that passion running rampant sounds like fun But when the trouble starts I've heard of broken hearts A hackneyed phrase-but one that
such a need to say yur broke Got fixation for that Homer Simpson phrase, or, prior to the re mi, fa sol, la ti The optimistic, pro on the lottery, but
s your function I'll be hookin' up verbs and nouns and phrases clauses as to the causes of misery quizzically I look to my own book hooked on trying to
we can be undone We can be undone You're talking now and I'm hearin' everything that you say And I'm holding on is a real phrase And it's dragging
always pacing around or walking away I'm drinking the ink from my pen And I'm balancing history books up on my head And it all boils down to one quotable phrase
pacing around or walking away I keep drinking the ink from my pen And I?m balancing history books up on my head But it all boils down to one quotable phrase
always pacing around, And walking away And I'm drinking the ink from my pen And I'm balancing history books up on my head And it all boils down to one quotable phrase
love (sweet lo-o-ve) On the night shift Later on, on the night shift Oh baby come hold me tight I wanna treat you right (yeah) On the night shift (shift
Vocalised liquid holds the quench of your thirst Reasons for the rhythm is for causes unknown Different individuals are dazzled with the showbiz Auditions are gathered but the Soul would just rather Hold
So GMC, ha, GMC, ha ha, GMC ha, GMC, ha ha GMC, ha huh! (Yo my throat is sore) Yo, get on the mic, stay on the mic (dammit) Rock on the mic with your
disguised I watch you Show me the hurt that haunts you would you despise the thrill If all you hide were mine? I can't hold on any longer These feelings
Silence disguised I watch you Show me the hurt that haunts you would you despise the thrill If all you hide were mine? I can't hold on any longer These
last night's phrases Sick with lack of basis Are still writhing on my floor And it doesn't seem fair That your wicked words should work In holding me
you must be wakin' up 'Cos they practise on your hatred You must be strong I believe in love We dance together we're holding on We dance forever we're holding on
If anybody's out there listening to this broadcast of mine Let me tell you ladies and gentlemen what's on my mind I won?t pull any punches hold anything