So I look in your direction But you pay me no attention, do you? I know you don't listen to me 'Cause you say you see straight through me, don't you?
Lunch Will Keep Us Together Lunch, lunch will keep us together There?s no meal that?s better Just give me a fork and a spoon Its almost noon Make me
I look good, always, but especially today Professionally fresh on display like hey Take a picture, its not a dream I'm flat out gorgeous Maybe its because
You roll your eyes To say the least I'm all alone and I feel That you can't be a part of this And now you run for These empty lights These empty waves
Girl, use my manger for your darling angel Cozier than my sheep you ought to be, Mary Showed you my stable for my farming animals Girl, you must spend
I was standing in line, I was biding my time I was watchin' a clock on the wall And it was two minutes till lunch, so I got good and ready Just then I
I wait on the stairs For a break in my mind Let the balloons go outside Let the balloons go outside I wait on the stairs For my thoughts to align You
Pretty raw with it Cute sushi lunches Nineteen steps from out Under your feet Can't eat, won't eat Have have not me Can't eat, won't eat Cute sushi lunches
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*Pretty women Fascinating Sippin coffee Dancing, pretty women Pretty women Are a wonder, pretty women Sitting in the window or Standing on the
I see it all through my window it seems, Never failing, like millions of bees. Pull out the drawer, no time to be won, Only to do, what can be done.
I've got the urge and soul to go I've got the green for my juice-ride spent time in sad machines I've got my kicks on Orleans time the clock went dead
It's not black enough to see where any white is So I'll wait another hour for you and your designer jeans And I remember you as heartless as a freeway
That must be her again She's leaning on my bell That cold psychotic brain The one I know so well So I'm nailed to the floor in the no-option zone There
Lowell george (dialog) Jimmy carl black (dialog) Roy estrada (dialog) Bunk gardner (dialog) Don preston (dialog) Motorhead sherwood (dialog) Ian underwood
In lonely gas stations with mini-marts You'll find rows of them for sale Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley Screw his head off and drink like a vampire
Burning down the manger 'Cause my Lord's a stranger Beatles are bigger than Jesus 'Til the end of time we will be alive We know more now than we did