The importance all this has placed on my life When it's just some childish game You can't wait to leave behind It's all making sense I can see this for
I feel I should've kissed you I should've showed you just how I feel No, I did not give you my two cents A million reasons why I should have and it makes no sense
on my shoulder- Your chilling touch, As it runs down my spine- Watching your eyes As they invade my soul- Forbidden pleasures I'm afraid to make
see in the night with, we leading the lifeless Sometimes I just wanna play some shows, make some dough Take it home, lay in my bed, and stay in my safety
laying low Living in the shadows Spending time alone Conversations with the wall Hanging on I'm just trying to matter And I remain Trying to make some sense
old I learned my lesson then 'Cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description
shuck all you want but she's still gonna ignore you Makes no sense to say mira Cause bet she won't turn him around, she's my senorita Chorus Verse
, girl, yeah, you are so crazy, girl And I don't know why I even try to make sense of you Sense of you, sense of you, oh, tell me why Someone tell me why my
incredible feeling The one that just overwhelms my senses Because it's the only thing I have It's the only thing that makes my life worthwhile I know
I see the etch of your face And it makes it hard for me to breathe What can I do to change your decision? Please, work with me, me Sometimes my eyes
Sometimes I feel like another brick in the wall It's just your attitude that makes no sense at all And I want you, want you, want you Can't you see
here I see Battenberg houses Night club sky I hear nursery rhymes Fill my eyes write these lines I see Battenberg houses Night club sky I hear nursery rhymes Fill my eyes
chasin' me Excuse my French, but this is Gucci, I'm so fucking gutter It don't make no sense to switch for any of these motherfuckers My pocket all swoll', my
. The power of the music of the night. You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night.
The urge to merge can rob us of our senses The need to breed can make a man a drone We must be on alert with our defenses For every skirt will test testosterone
there any truth in that, senor Senor, senor, do you know where she's hidin' How long are we gonna be ridin' How long must I keep my eyes glued to the
I pinch myself sometimes to make sure I'm not in a dream, that's how it seems I close my eyes and breathe in the sweetest moments I've ever known, it
