I'm not bad, I just sound that way All the girls they like their presents, like their presents When boys wrap 'em up in ribbons, ribbons, ribbons Doesn
Oh, so long befor this night I prayed That a star would guide you my way To share with me this special day Well, ribbon's in the sky for our love If
Met a girl in the parking lot And all I did was say hello Her pepper spray made it rather hard For me to walk her home But I guess that's the way it goes
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Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid
Rise above gonna start a war Whatcha want whatcha need whatcha come here for Well an eye for an eye and an F for fight Takin me down is a prisoners right
Call it what you want Call it what you want I said just call it what you want Call it what you want Yeah, we're locked up in ideas We like to label everything
Now I understand upon myself Never want again in the way I said it I don't know what the plan is but you can share With me Cause I'll be listening ear
Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling But I can't seem to catch
Well I've been just I've been a bug unknown I know all about it but my heart is strong I've been away been running to save my head Yeah the warrants
I'll hold your hand when you are feeling mad at me When the monsters they wont go, The windows, they wont close, I'll pretend to see what you see How
Forget your problems Lay it down and start up In a sense of what you are Is what I want I've ran my colors Dripped down and drained out Tried a millions
Sometimes life it takes you by the hand. It puts you down before you know it It's gone and you're dead again. I've been in places and I won't pretend
Walk a little walk, smile, talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street, two streets, I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings
I'm comin' home, I've done my time Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free Then you'll know
Get your ribbons on, honey Get your ribbons on We're gonna stomp, honey, all night long I don't want your Rothschild ways I don't want to be brand spankin
