She likes it hard!!!
He likes me, he likes me And oh, isn't that nice He likes me, he likes me And oh, isn't that nice That your brand new friend, he likes your old true
A woman likes to be told That her hair is fine as gold She may know that you're her fella But it's better when you tell her A woman likes to be told
Lookin' at her 'phone; desk tappin' her feet. Kinda girl your Mamma likes to meet. A Sunday school dress cuttin' up tight. When the weekend comes, she
And she likes it in the morning And I run my fingers through her hair And she smiles when I call her darling She looks like a angel laying there And
She said, "I wanna be the rain, I am a red balloon, I got a book of dates." She's gonna go away and leave me here tonight Some worlds last longer then
This time is better than last time I feel better today A little discipline can lock you up inside This time I think you shed a little light I feel
people dying from lonely days were walking and trying to take our souls away Were just spending out our time angels in America slapping on a dime Slide
Getting dressed and bunger bound shuffling through the heather neighbors drop their flowers down and worry about the weather every night I'm floating
Nothing but a Child Glass upon me walking on the ocean Sun upon me walking on a wave You can slide like the lord above.. You're a beam of teaming motion
"My turn this time", he says "Never get better than this We never get better than bad My turn this time", he said "Now I can do what I want Now I can
After you're gone, babies ride the soft machine threading the warm children down the space between into a slow heaven hanging by a thread leaving
Life is simple. Life is sweet. Oh, so saddle up and go. Little cowgirl, in the underground, she talks to people she doesn't know. Oh, people on the train
Oh Shannon I might be dreaming' The stars fell down on the factory The cathedrals repeating, the light receding Bells on another day Have you ever seen
Happy birthday baby What's it gonna be Monday morning' with a hurricane warning' Oh well, I guess you've got yourself to please Jaded. Faded. I don't
If you don't stop lying on the floor You don't know what your dying for The last thing that you need Is imbeciles and indecision The discussion nearly
Walk out Amanda, our fortunes are clear These are the last of our days Left San Francisco with time on my hands And I got back with you on my brain
Inside your plastic head you make decisions Upon her lemon world they fall forever break the chains that tie you to the ground and bring you too knees