Leawood rock Leawood, turn it on Get it down, yeah You say you're feeling down and out Finally done some things you said you never did And accepting
Mustang Sally Good God Guess you better slow your mustang down Mustang Sally, now baby You gotta slow, you gotta slow that old mustang down You've been
Making you wish we never met Won't solve a goddamn thing I know. I've got this lump in my throat It's tearing me up like draino. Inhale you like gasoline
To all the people who taught me honesty by antonym and grown up rules so lean cause you been starving them It's all in how you look and i feel like a
If your heart's been broken once or twice And you're bumming just to get through the day Because all of your beautiful memorys Are faded in yesterday
She performs a part, straight from the heart Like she's being graded It's 8 o'clock, right on the dot but shes already 5 past hated Hey boys look at my
She was having trouble in school Too caught up in being cool No boyfriend, just Sassy Magazine Study up on the latest trends Borrow back issues from your
"This tastes just like chicken!" It was little Italy when I met you A mafia-owned pizzeria We were so happy then Danced to the accordion and then we
Let's go all the way You all say sometime too much It never means anything It's almost like negating me This is the world i'm waking up from I thought
Well I'm so lonely that I really think that I could Lay down and take a deep breath and die. But instead I cry myself to sleep and think as I do, "Zach
When a girl runs away. And the train comes over the tracks. She knows I hate lying. And she knows I will be coming back. Come on girl now don't be a square
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Sorta like a toothache Hit all the nerves that make me quake Highly suggestive hints you deliver make the air turn hot Make the air turn hot and yet I
You've got the father who can get everything and being in possession and being envied makes you feel like you're feeling something. How am I just a merchant
there she goes swinging down the high street, yeah hair cut short boots and jeans she looked at me and smiled i know that smile's for me she was my height
All 'dem rude boy come forward - and button up that suit All 'dem skinhead come forward - and make sure to lace up 'dem boots I'm-a-gonna tell you a story
ahhhh.. let's go! I'm reeling from your stare When you look from over there Big boots and skin tight jeans Sixty-four horny teens (chorus) Sweet Matilda
What do you tell yourself at night to make you feel better? So you know your not a sellout and you know your not a quitter. What kind of stories do you