Out on the horizon?the sun?grey Cast in a dense fog?the in between Course, charted anyway?despite the unknown How do we know where we are going?
partner and hit the dancefloor Cause I'm back to rock for you once more I don't worry about what he said or she said As long as what's said-said is done
I let you ride it like Ferrari, got your body soakin' wet, sweatin' like safari. (ooooh) From sudown to till white turns grey, (grey grey grey) we sex
you lay down and i picked you up and i said you must never leave your beautiful hands like knitting needles and i said-it's jane it's me she said
got the cream and all that but kinda left a void in me you can't keep runnin' in and out of my life said my mic aight pump your radio you could record
I was walking down the high street When I heard footsteps behind me And there was a little old man (hello) In scarlet and grey, shuffling away (laughter
, shorter than expected About five-foot five big an' thick in the breast and thighs Beautiful, dark eyes a strong stare Large lips, soft hands and long hair I said
overa?? flashback to the present moment where the real battles just gettin started and I'm my own opponent ready to call it quits but gettin the busy tone I might stop by radio
picture. * It's often been said that truth is the first casualty of war, It is, but the same could be said of life. From birth we are threatened and
ranks of the Blackstone military band made exactly the right cacophony. Even now I relish the old time inanities when they're revived on the radio, for
Half as much as some things He never knew Right around sundown... He got dropped off on a street in town Where a grey old man looked him up and down and said
In the cruel month grey morning I woke up freezing cold To possibly start over Before the day got old To my anger in my solitude I had to say goodbye
you [Bugz] Im a brand named guy Who loves to stay high Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same size A bitch named bitch Whos thick with grey eyes
you lay down and I picked you up and I said you must never leave your beautiful hands like knitting needles and I said- it's Jane, it's me she said
all the same. Pig-me and the whore --------------------------------------------- ``big bottled fraulein, put your weight on me,'' said the Pig-me
the radio on after the love is dead and gone hit the replay button on your favourite song after the love is dead and gone now we in the same predicament that we said
In this grey grey wold where nobody sings Isaw the face of a human doll Her eyes were glass and her hair was gold From her sweet soft lipsYou could hear