do. Please take this piece of my heart And never let it go. Things may not worked out quite right but I wont lose hope. Please take this piece of my heart
up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get (by), just
: Um, OK, OK. You will hear it anyway, a thousand times when it's a, when it's a hit! You'll, you'll hear it on every radio station and on video! Well
'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there were no prisons,
say that you're never wrong? it's always you that's alone. all this time you have been, fixing what's not broken. bind pieces of my heart, it's true
Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me with a toilet brush. Phyllis: What's your name? Aynsley: Ah, hello, my name is Aynsley Dunbar and I, I'm very interested
sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
cities I didn't need to think if I were interested Eight-thirty wasn't too late And I look at my lonely bed Where once in my life I shared it regular
You listen ha ha. W: oh, I sung it, I sung it my own cause it's more original. great Huh? J: no, no, no, no, it's quite interesting but come on. W
spills You never know when you might need to know skills In body disposal it's no frills Dead Body Disposal Are you interested in hearing my proposal
of my wrists slit, I'm lifted up in the air And suspended in animation like someone's holding me there I feel somebody's cold hands wrapping around my
the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there
Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers While I'm guzzlin Piper's, changin my son's shitty-ass diapers Dime piece trapped in sync like many time piece
