cut me clear open The notion that this child timid in her sins embraced pleasure Within a token of a moment, retless arrested but not a twirp Strip the
Take your wings outside, you can't fly in here Besides a purple sky, better soaring for you my angel You're an angel, you little devil As for me I'll
a little bit of luck Or just a simple twist of fate Oh, we get swept up in the arms And you feel it every day In a baby's laugh, in a mother's eyes
?t nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash, but you seem
in love Well across the street there lived a little boy Sad disfigured child with two humps on his back Pitiful autistic little mess in a wheelchair
have Everything to be in love Well across the street there lived a little boy Sad disfigured child with two humps on his back Pitiful autistic little mess in a
our world we would talk shit, Still bitter? Not even a little bit I wave goodbye with a smile to our friendship See me fly while you cringe like a little
pain Clocking cash like a champ Won't a damn thang change I come from O-O-O still down with the dudes But I still got love for my 6 9 roots Little girl
? let's kill a new band" Well I don't wanna be a museum piece Please don't let me be a museum piece Well I don't wanna be a museum piece I don't
we all feel a little bit weird Strange, how we all get a little bit. Strange, 'cause we're all just a little bit weird sometimes. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
are taken Souls cremated, lips are sealed and they hate it Overrated rappers made it on a wing and a prayer With old beats updated but I'm not like you bitin' barbarics Rappers with
round and he had pigeon toes Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose U-necked and old, with a long lower jaw You could tell at a glance, he's a regular
can you say that you don't give a fuck I find myself stupified coming back again All I wanted was just one fuck One tiny little innocent fuck And when
little kiss Every little one every little one Everybody here's a number not a name But I guess it's alright by me I just sit alone after a long day
with the living breath, and there's a little bit of luck between alive and death. The words I sing, they're very plain. lt's an eagle on a wing. Hey,
Everything came slow, and nothing came fast Most times I was out of luck, and dead on my ass But with the heart of a hustler, and the mind of a G I came
Elissa has a rather fine aria in Act Three of "Hannibal". I wonder, Signora, if, as a personal favour, you would oblige us with a private rendition
city owes us sleep Or at least a peace of mind, crime was stealin' youth from you Or who could allude you would'a grew inside a human shoe There's truth