you ever want me? I swear, I swear How do you tell someone you don't love them? How do you tell someone you don't care anymore? How do you tell someone you
the Sunday sun A summer Sunday when you went insane You said you're going but I said I came I'm throwing oranges in an apple cart The ties that bind are tearing me
life is a shady lady Tearin' me up just to bring me down Used to be calm but now she's crazy I don't mind Tearin' me down like a jungle monkey Cuttin' me
you on a public phone. i wanted passion, i wanted desire. my heart is a flame that pains me if i do not light it on fire. you're out doing what i wanted you
of the sun adobe and teardrops are all i'm leaving behind i feel like a man on the run... in a bar in New Mexico an old man sells me a gun i'm somewhere
pass when you offer me some Take me back to New Orleans And drop me at my door Cause I might love you yeah but I love me more Take me back to New Orleans
left no traces, Lord, that I was ever here And I won't be Louisiana Lowdown and Blue And Blue I saw a stranger smiling at me yesterday and it scared me
bye having to find a place to hide when all you feel these days is empty inside well i remember the last time we met you held a stranger's hand you introduced him to me
when the fever is high Share your anger but swear that you'll never Take it out on me, let me see you smile Let me hear you scream for a little while
you wake yourself You wonder what you're doing As you rub your eyes so violently While falling out of bed Is there nothing educational In words that you are
With Me Gun Gun Blast Ima Stay Fuckin Em Up With Me Gun Gun Blast Ima Stay Fuckin Em Uo With Me Gun Gun Blast [Layzie:] Undercover Man, How You Want
the cowboy to rustle in the dough so the scenery is healthy where her eyes lay I am an early bird but the feathers are black so the apples that I catch are
still dies Thrown off the building like the Fall guy Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the
you are a rock star deep down inside You walk with a swagger, got nothin? to hide Cigarette in your mouth, a cuff on your jeans Your sideburns are perfect, you
better for you Somehow we'll make it 'Cause that's what we do Pick a star in the open sky I see you see me And that is why I Hop along to the cowboy
with broom sticks - face down, ass up Dirty Dozen packing the shit to turn your chest red With our dick in ya mouth, fucking everything you just said [
