Oh I know you find this situation so hard to swallow So I guess we'll never know So I guess we'll never find out Speed up the process lets get this
I?m sorry That I?m not as sorry as I should be But is it ok, that I'm not ok? You are all diseased like me I know about love And how no one gets out
I'm under attack but I'm not running from it I'm under attack cause it's just what I wanted I'm under attack and I don't understand I'm under attack
Oh, why do you complicate things I?m telling you? All we?ve done is We?ve followed the same path We?re finding our way back I?m just trying to find
I don't think you have a clue who I am and exactly what I do One voice alone could save a soul I don't think you have a clue who I am and what I'll do
This is the note The written consent For me to be here tonight The note you had me read Made my eyes bleed Made far seem further I'll never forget
I didn?t know That needy meant You needed to ruin everything This is the end of you Of you and me And once again we are alone This is my imagination
The I.V. and your hospital bed This was no accident This was a therapeutic chain of events This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor This
T's the shit, T's, yeah Brush 'em off, brush 'em off, hey Brush 'em off, brush 'em off, hey Brush 'em off, brush 'em off, hey Twist it in the air like
White shirt When my white shirt lets me down Like one we race against the wind You said that I've seen better days I wash her silver hair away I'm going
Well, me and my lady had our first big fight So I drove around until I saw the neon lights At a corner bar and it just seemed right So I pulled up Not
[Bobby Valentino - Verse 1] Shorty put on my t-shirt (t-shirt) Shorty put on my t-shirt (t-shirt) Shorty put on my t-shirt (t-shirt) Ok, (?) kinda fine
yo solo tengo Tengo la camisa negra Porque negra tengo el alma Yo por ti perdi la calma Y casi pierdo hasta mi cama Cama, cama caman baby Te digo con disimulo Que tengo la camisa
She was aware of her insecurities as she took the stage She was convinced if she got up there That she would be discovered someday So she belted it, she
Do you have a shirt that you really love One that you feel so groovy in? You don't even mind if it starts to fade That only makes it nicer still I love
There are no lyrics to Edward the Mad Shirt Grinder...it was a piano solo by Nicky Hopkins~
I don't think God's broke So I don't give a shit. You're paying through your teeth Don't think you're getting it. Put your money where your mouth is Let