court you in song and rhyme They woo you with songs and a clover ring But if you examine the goods they bring They have little to offer but the songs
the heart of it All I'm leaving here with is a song A song Maybe the verse will be about How he stays out late All the while Telling me he's hung up
yeah uhh they no i wanna shine they turn my light's off they no I love to rhyme they turn my mic off what can a do to get this dirt off my shoulder
, hey, uh, I still have a problem If it's ok with them, you know, there, them The Dark Carnival in general It's the whole stabbin' thing again, it's,
Help me unwind (The more I see the more I do) Don't tell Minister Farrakhan (That's right) He don't wanna know what's going on (Ok) Cuz white girls, won
Why are there so many songs about rainbows and what's on the other side? Rainbows are visions, but only illusions, and rainbows have nothing to hide.
I can't see the stars anymore living here Let's go to the hills where the outlines are clear Bring on the wonder Bring on the song I pushed you down
Blue Songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and anchor me Or let me sail away Hey, blue Here is a song for you Ink on a pin Underneath
Sundays was better than other days Mondays through Saturdays Sundays we danced like there's no tomorrow Duke (Ellington) played piano in Storyville We
[intro] This song is about maria A close friend of mine Who lost herself in drugs She told me to wait for her But guess what... She never came back And
when we are together The feeling's so much better Just you and me we'll take a ride To get into our inside Like deeper than the ocean's deep Climb higher than the mountain's
joy wrapped up in it [Both:] Heaven must have sent you from above Whoa, heaven must have sent your precious love [Sarah:] And I, I've got a song to
ghostmode, coke mixed with branson Sheisty, tree's soaked in half-ki's Sabotage n.y. with snipe's and 79's Channel 9's scene street team made news with
busy on the road singing love-songs to you . . . 71 I was all alone when I met Sarah-Jane I was tryin' to go it solo with someone else's band And she
the phone, I started to say But then I stopped I used to be brave I used to be brave Here's hoping next time, we'll get it right ?S. Slean
Come on baby, now It's a southern, it's a southern thing Come on baby, now Come on baby, now Come on baby, now It's a southern, it's a southern thing
arguing And I must be crazy 'cause all I'm obsessing with is Her MySpace and face book and who's commenting I swear to God if she's cheatin' I'm doin