from inside Oh, look What's this? They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss Why that looks so unique, inspired They're gathering around to hear a story Roasting chestnuts on a fire
I was waiting still For my life to start Take note of what survives When you burn the past There's no time We won't wait for no one The string unwinds
a flask filled of that ole lucky number 7 brand Get rid of your first string I aint playing second hand Your messing with butane Get scorched in a torch fire
a beaten stove I sent my love a golden song But a simple tune to hum along She played my hearts strings with a bow And the bow fire cracked out like
those are my bass strings . . . and . . . uh . . . I . . . I get the bass strings. If there are going to be three of us here, I want the bass strings.
Ranch Market tonight, man! Meredith: That's pretty heavy, man. Aynsley: But tonight?! Meredith: That's pretty heavy . . . Motorhead: My strings are flat
So what you boys gon' do to me, I'm born street Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach Mama told me not to play with fire but She never told I would grow
what you boys gon do to me? I'm born street Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach (damn!) Mama told me not to play with fire but She never told me I would
punch So what you boys gon' do to me, I'm born street Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach Mama told me not to play with fire but She never told I would
dem deserve and if a guy disrespects you yes him haffi splet, why him haffi splet Chorus: If a guy try fi treat you like a puppet pon a string mek dem
and I'm not the biggest scumbag you'll ever meet and yeah man all my bridges are hangin from a string: thin like a fishing line, like the type of string
this is your night come and hold me tight yes you are the one it's a summer night ... la la la la its a summer night oh la la teeny weeny string bikini
and fire counteract no turning back like black on black Black on black. Black on black Like pleasure and a little pain The sacred and profane Ice and fire