(Just go ahead, now) And if you'd like to talk for hours (Just go ahead, now) Oh, baby (Just go ahead now) (Just go ahead now) (Just go ahead now) ...
the voice of memory Is to die waiting for nothing I'd rather kiss the empty blue Than to stand here and waiting forever on you On a trip in this place
let your heart go too fast You let your heart go too fast You let your heart go too fast You let your heart go too fast You let your heart go too fast
There she goes, on down the beach Just like the moon, she's out of reach Losing my mind, already lost my girl Blew the top right off my pretty world
Hamed's, baby, just three blocks from Bergen Street Well, you can have a little cry, baby, you can even beg Only reason I go back is that you can't
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Your heart is a refrigerator car It's cold and it never waits Frozen breath and frostbite Stacked, unopen crates You never loved your frozen freight
a single bound I'm reading Shakespeare at my place downtown Come on downtown and make love to me I'm Jimmy Olsen not a titan, you see He's faster than a
through his talcum News paper man, he watch like a falcon "Ah, look...daddy-o...sorry, Mr. President...where ya been?" Use a little english to doctor the spin
Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town Been a whole lot happier without her face around Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout, Nobody at the
to the voice of memory Is to die waiting for nothing I'd rather kiss the empty blue than to stand here and waiting forever on you. On a trip in this
pickin' up a little bit of my Rising, rising dough. Good lordy god, my gosh all mighty, Her booty fine, and it's trimmed so tidy, Horseradish, mama, just a smidge, Spend a
send me falling stars But I know just how dangerous wishes are Ferocious angels watch me come and go But I'm not too smart to go barging off of roof
time you turn on your radio This is my house if you don't like it Just get outa Get outa Get outa Came up so fast gave me the bends Now I'm staring into a
cared, I swear, in a couple years. You ought to know that girl by now. She'll never settle down anyhow. You let your heart go too fast. You let your heart go
't you bring her round She's just like the mama Generating a trauma And I don't see why You're still willing to try When it's all just a drama Does it
Hungry Hamed's, baby, just three blocks from Bergen Street Well, you can have a little cry, baby, you can even beg Only reason I go back is that you
sweet enough And a little bit too tough And they play a bit too rough And they talk a little bit too cold Say there's another color Just say it on a