Don't let it stand out in the cold Don't let it fall into a hole with someone you know Don't let it out in the cold Don't let it fall into a hole with
Caught in a love storm Howlin' like a newborn Trying hard to stay warm My cover-up is torn up and tattered Addiction to Apocalypse Looking for the big
Call it a love song, Howl like a newborn. Trying hard to stay warm. .............. Edition to apocalypse, Looking for the big hit, .............. ..............
Baby, what would be the best move? Do you in my guest room Shorty let me bless you Show you what the sex do Yes, dudes the best dude Tryna sex you Heard
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Some dreams mean somethin' that you'll never know Some dreams mean nothin', just a river that flows Moonlight has magic through the window When it shines
You can always see through to me, but when I look back I am lost. Do you remember those times when we said one thing and meant another? How much longer
Never Kneeling low on my pillow, God, kneeling low on my pillow I will see there, I will be there You and me, we die I will fracture, I will capture
boldy forging on plains of kansas on both sides a new book to fill endless highway and miles and miles of ambition the unknown makes a turn and heads
The room's spinning again She can't seem to remember getting into this mess Don't try and pick her, face up off the floor And all the while she waits
We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds We won't be sleeping in our autumn
There's nothing to do here Some just whine and complain In bed at the hospital Coming and going Asleep and awake In bed at the hospital Tell me the
Shoot the messenger, measure his wingspan. The organ grinders had the whole thing planned. Take his tongue and remove his two eyeballs. Savin' em up for
I was doing fine all by myself Never really needed someone else Living like a feather in the wind Till you came along Shining like a diamond in the dirt
La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la We are just a sexual making Me and alcoholic relation Words hit much harder than the bullets
i like hotels...hotels are fun, beds are more fun though
If beds could talk, mine would be singing Singing about the time when you and I were lovers All night long, we could not stop They were amazing times
I was standin' by the bedside of a sister Who was just about to cross that swellin' tide And I asked her if she would do me a favor And kindly take this