town There you stand With your bleedin' hands And you don't understand Why you work so goddamn hard To be anything at all There you are And you drive in your
be around forever [amy winehouse] sweet reunion, jamaica and spain were like how we were again I'm in the tub youre on the seat lick your lips as I soak
everything to me. The game of life, win it and your love comes tumbling down. You'll never be alone. There we are, there we are. This is your world. This is your
Regrets are all you left, on your lipstick stains Take a picture of our past there in that ashtray We had our fun, I used to light your flame Like the
get can we get back it Can we get can we get back Cause I'm still in love Still in love Thinking' bout your kiss so long But the problem is Your lips are
(Joan Baez) You are fair-haired, oh, your lips are red You like softball, oh, and the Grateful Dead Why am I attracted to The body and the mind of you
the fire to the light As you pass through the fire your right hand waving there are things you have to throw out That caustic dread inside your head
that whets my appetite My mighty Aphrodite, the flame that ignite me Your name just excite me Your eyes so alive they aright me Cause you are so beautiful
There is nothing you can do Phantom Lord Sound is ripping through your ears The deafening waiting for his whips The taste of leather on you lips
fade your ancestors salute you and the gods of your ancestors salute you having having been formed by the minds of your ancestors the gods of your ancestors
only peace I've ever known I'll close my eyes and you shoot No Mary, listen, you've got to pull your strength from my lips I pray I feed you well Your
peace I've ever known I'll close my eyes and you shoot No Mary, listen, you've got to pull your strength from my lips I pray I feed you well Your precious
round You shiver Feeling upside down Your heart is beating fast Pumping blood to your head Another day to fight You have a prayer on your lips under
wont let you see the flames Just the chimney Where there's smoke there's fire But I'm such a good liar You cant read the signals And my lips are
go 'round You shiver Feeling upside down Your heart is beating fast Pumping blood to your head Another day to fight You have a prayer on your lips under
the fire to the light As you pass through the fire, your right hand waving There are things you have to throw out That caustic dread inside your head
