problem Kickin' back, ain't kickin' you, no, no Anyway, if I make 'em, then I solve 'em Oh, that's right, yeah, whew Makin' plans 's a waste, ain't no future here
: Poundcake Yeah, she's gotta have a soul, Or it won't feel right, We're just playin, clean and simple Wrapped up, nice and tight In a home-grown
: Everybody's lookin' for somethin' Somethin' to fill in the holes We think a lot but don't talk much about it 'Til things get out of control How
line, uh, whoa, aw Three dollars, first minute, gosh, man, after that, it cost ya four And she'll be up for negotiations, if you call back for more Now
life As long as I mail my bills and look me in the eye You can have it now, but you gotta pay for it later You work me up, I pay my plan Now you're
: I got a one track mind, my blinders up Now all I gotta do is get up, go out an' get her Got the first step down, I know what I want All seven senses
: I heard the news baby, all about your disease Yeah you may have all you want, baby, but I got somethin' you need Oh yeah, ain't talkin' 'bout love
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: Now I know none of this was planned, it all just kinda happened I got more than I wanted, but how is still a mystery Obsessed with this feeling,
: Contact is all it takes To change your life to lose your place in time Contact! Asleep or awake Coming around you may wake up to find Questions
: Oh... Oh... That's right... She don't like it when it's cut right And don't like me makin future plans And don't want me tryin' to live it down
: World turns black and white Pictures in an empty room Your love starts fallin down Better change your tune Reach for the golden ring Reach for
seat back. She's blinding, I'm flying, Right behind the rear-view mirror now. Got the feeling, power steering, Pistons popping, ain't no stopping now
Now I know none of this was planned, it all just kinda happened I got more than I wanted, but how is still a mystery Obsessed with this feeling, I
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Poundcake Yeah, she's gotta have a soul, Or it won't feel right, We're just playin, clean and simple Wrapped up, nice and tight In a home-grown,
Everybody's lookin' for somethin' Somethin' to fill in the holes We think a lot but don't talk much about it 'Til things get out of control How do
your life As long as I mail my bills and look me in the eye You can have it now, but you gotta pay for it later You work me up, I pay my plan Now
