you'll discover that casual friends kept notes in their pockets to remember your name. and all these places we went to see sights just gave them excuses
I got bugs, I got bugs in my room, bugs in my bed, bugs in my ears, their eggs in my head, bugs in my pockets, bugs in my shoes, bugs in the way, I feel
of a dime And I get the scabies almost every time So, let's talk about my nut sac I don't front, Jack, I got bugs on my ball sac Well, I'm Violent J
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you kisses upon your cheek so many cool things bugs can do i love bugs baby how bout you? I love bugs I Love bugs (we be buggin, we be buggin) BUGS, BUGS, BUGS
{All these} I got bugs I got bugs in my room Bugs in my bed Bugs in my ears Their eggs in my head Bugs in my pockets Bugs in my shoes Bugs in the way
in a long line They're lurking in the leaves of the strawberry patch And climbing up the tomato vine (she gonna tell you about) Bugs! Bugs! Everywhere
I'm getting colder by they day and it's only cause you're not here. I'm wishing for silver bugs to fly me over where you are. And then i know that Someone
with all my might Until I grew up too high Then, oh, all the notes I used to play On the double bass and the B-list ballet With only the night bugs
Armies and ice and dirty green Newspapers, shovels, sand on the breeze I think of Eliot when I smell the street and it's sometimes wise Just to shut your
Whatever happened to Duncan? He was a good boy they say The girls all wanted him to dance with The boys to play to play When the policeman came knocking
What did I give to you What did you give to me A nothing-trail of silences that warp in the rain You said I don't really know the reason It's just not
I should go to drastic measures Steal enormous works of art Write a piece for eighteen violins It's no march But it's a start Rub their eyes and wake
Here comes again Blood in the vein Seven a.m., the cars come Gotta fly, gotta say goodbye Leave them before they leave me Turning the sheets Rolling
You are what they call the human season You are all the alphabet in one You are every colour of confusion You are all the silence I've become Love me
The town is crouching A field of windmills waits, their stupid heads turning Stirring the night's bath Bundles of vapour hang over the factories Whose
I have a future I have substantial bank accounts make lotsa money and hope it don't run out I am a beauty it just takes me four, five hours a day
