Put me in the cab, it's raining outside Had it up to here, this is the last time You kissed me on my throat in broad daylight And we were like two kittens
Superstar girl in a strange little world Exit on hustle made for two Rock 'n' roll colossal, makin' such a fuss, oh Candy on a million dollar bill I
This is a real addiction, confusion and cheap tattoos A princess, a car thief, and a lost shoe Lonliness, laughter, lust, the promise of pain Judas in
[VERSE 1] We hit too many left turns to make it right My black fist and the peace sign now say goodnite But Ima stay the fight laser light with you're
Don't go so far away love, try to stay around For losing you would be more than I could bear Though I'm tied to another, I hope someday she'll set
a voice said "this is not a bad joke this message's done for you you've got to work hard more and more for the holy economic
Me good to me and i will be good to you together forever that is good be good to keke
Stay young and at the top of our lungs Our hands are free, our lives have just begun It?s getting dark, we should go back But what?s the use if what
number of the barber that gave you that haircut. Let me get all talkative, set it straight up, you know I won't shut up. Long, longer, longest. It's just haircut economics
Now that you're back in town You look around at everything Well, it could be anywhere on earth Tryin' to count your change Inside the Asian store But
Wanted, young man single and free Experience in love preferred, But will accept a young trainee Oh I'm gonna put it in the want ads, I need a love that
I'm bored of cheap & cheerful I want expensive sadness Hospital bills, parole Open doors to madness I want you to be crazy 'Cause you're borin' Baby,
The smallest truth is the brightest A tiny undeniable fire The smallest truth is found hiding You?re scared but you?re not a liar You cheat like Sebastien
This town ain't big, this town ain't small It's a little of both they say Our ball club may be minor league but at least it's triple A We sit below the
Picking for the wait staff again, baring my soul up on stage Where my guitar's my only friend Slurring the words to a hit song from a bottle that never
The glasses were all plastic; Little balls of no-name soap; No cable on the TV; The ice-machine was broke. Well, I guess that's what you get, For
Me and my son were in a tack shop one day, he'd just got a pony for his seventh birthday. He needed a rig and we found one he liked and I was tryin?
my money and buy me love a new know human chaos for everything its economical in a love economy to cut our loss to manage damages i'm economical i'm
