missed her Go on home, the sex theater is closed Cracked mouth too dry to drink At least the sand is cold Wish the sea would drown the freeway Instead, girls stare
and have agreed a temporary ceasefire. I must stress that a very fragile truc Sts and the slightest incident of provocation would create an extremely explosive situation. I know they stare at
ain't neva thought of In between the sheets we can grind and bump Make the bed thump until you come, come When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at
To be hurt after they seen what I did to those children I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek, I throw you face flat off the terrace So you can have somethin' to stare at
doc so you know how that go, skull and the crossbones this is poison, the boys and girls who do not know you do not want to try this at home my novato
I'm gonna keep doing hip hop music until the day that I die (aight bitch) Yo I'm into voodoo, tarot cards and ouija boards Lighting candles camping out at
hustlers Ride wit' me, get a feelin' on how this world did me Was curious 'till it all hit me But it's clear now though it's a narrow hall that I stare
clear It's a misty morning memory, the road that brought you here The special K keeps the chills away with your needle and your spoon Staring at the
't clear It's a misty morning memory, rolled up to your hair The special K keeps the chills away with your needle and your spoon Staring at the wall,
the window down at the people below oh yeah, the night is coming on the walls are closing in the air has ceased to move I'm staring at my hands
(Suzy Bogguss/Doug Crider) Half empty airport, plane's at the gate They tell her it's full, she says she'll wait She's been here all evening sitting
get it for you." Momma: "Sorry. Thank you. And while your under that bush, why don't you jack around your cock and balls for yourself. You can stare at
hedge, land upon my keys. (chrous) i am a dorm rat, that is the fact, jack, lookin at incense, playin with warm wax, hittin on the honeys at the vending
now, but perhaps I shall wait till the postman comes for toast and - With notes of the obsequies at 12 - With your teeth on edge at the faint sound of the swans charging at
it, double, they sayo Every day new jeans and a new shirt From next year it's like I'm back from the future A fly outfit (Yes) On my hover board (Yes
good to me. They all go filing past they seem so unaware. With the music loud and the flow of the crowd and the empty vacant stares. Without so much as a blink. They all board
sailed through constellations and were rutted by the storm I crumpled under cudgel blows and finally came ashore I spent the next two years or more just staring at