of mouth They probably say I change the music in the dirty south Now that the word is out, the timing is perfect now To take all of these hypocritical rumor and burn
Maurice White, David Foster, Brian Fairweather & Martin Page We wake from a dream looking through different eyes Some other space and time Where love
[Brian:] Here I am again Waiting on the moment you decide To leave me stranded on the edge of nowhere I've been so close to you so many times I feel like
You wrote the book on love (You wrote the book on love) Girl, I just can't get enough Of your love, I know You wrote the book on love Oh Brian help me
Screen Gems-EMI Music Inc. BMI Master #50359 Recorded 7/16/63 Brian Wilson There's a moon in the sky somewhere I know Waiting for all the love to burn
Time: 3:09 Brother Publishing Co. BMI Brian Wilson/Jack Rieley Feel the wind burn through my skin The pain, the air is killing me For years my limbs
Irving Music, Inc. BMI Brian Wilson Let's take your car and to amusement parks USA At Palisades in Salisbury Parks the rolly coasters are flyin At Euclid
Irving Music, Inc. BMI Brian Wilson/Carl Wilson/Dennis Wilson/Mike Love/Al Jardine Well are we on? Yeah well we're kinda on We just introduce Earl Leaf
baby} The club is jumpin' now So get up! [Verse 1:] I said 'Ciara's on your radio, Everybody turn it up' Spicy just like hot sauce Careful, you might burn
(Brian May) Here I stand Look around around around But you won't see me Now I'm here, Now I'm there, I'm just a... Just a new man Yes you made
you think they are cute, then you must be crazy Babies suck because they barf and poo and cry They have the ability to pee in your eye (OH MY GOD IT BURNS
day (nanana) Some got jobs and some sell yay' Others just smoke and fuck all day I'm from the home of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer Jetting off with Brian
Brian Holland/Lamont Dozier/Edward Holland, Jr.) [Originally by Martha Reeves And The Vandellas] Whenever I'm with him Something inside Starts to burnin
Intro: Shaggy Sexy, hot, I love my your girl, put it on me Brian and Tony Gold let the ladies know, they got it goin on Uh! Shaggy!!! Chorus: Brian And
pine ponderosa im like chicago with the ammo bulls eye you crab niggas slow with your shells ya like a hermit like over 112 degrees im a burn it found
never been satisfied Tumbling like the leaves You are a twat and stink of cheese Almost to the point of no return Please god Burn Brian Burn Look into
I got back home I found a message on the door Sweet Regina's gone to China Cross legged on the floor Of a burning jet that's smoothly flying Burning
Saw you dancin' friday night Your legs burned up the floor The way you move's against the law In 30 states or more I cut in, asked to dance The band blasted
