the lovers go Making teenage boys feel like a Christmas tree Ogling eyes, ogling eyes I know you dread the day when it's any other way
life great minds have spent lifetimes looking for answers look at these sandpaper hands..i'm just paid from the neck down your velvet revoluction..chase where it leads you, my friend it's
You show your age, when you drown your rage. But i see past those laughter lines, so baby, lets split tonight, I got a tank full of gas to light. Yeah
sex on a Saturday night? Alright Is this what they call hate Is this what they call hate Is this what they call hate on a Saturday night? Broken your bottles Broken your bottles
it goes on & on.. the fashion police keep chasing the irish keep gate-crashing lust will only get us so far now i finally shed my puppy fat no, kids, there's
Tell me something I don't know Because these streets aren't paved with gold but vanity won't release me No one ever chews off their leg To escape
of finding their muse damn those rape victime writers and their five star reviews wouldn't want a heart that's been dented by you lets bottle bohemia
the fall Wait. I noticed today I've let years slip by. I don't know why. It's not like I've got time on my side It's not like I've got time on my
one, ambition stands out like a sore thumb" you just laughed and said no one here forgets your past the meek had a meeting of minds consistent hypocrisy..hey! that's alright let's
Oh can't you see I'm full of lies Oh something Oh something once pure I came to the city To build a mountain of envy And to marry a Kennedy So let's