So pretty So smart Such a waste of a young heart What a pity What a sham What's the matter with you Man? Don't you see it's wrong? Can't you see what
Bending spoons with my mind, manifesting men of all kinds in my spare time. But oh, how I struggled in vain, to solve this riddle with my brain when the
*vocalizing* sometimes i'm hard to 'voke as i breathe and sometimes I don't *vocalizing* sometimes I can't see beyond the 'scope it'll all be fine
I don't remember much of anything Of those years, Kind of strange and kind of sad Considering all the laughs and all the tears. Could it be this quiet
There was a dive bar and a cowboy Well, not a cowboy really, but he wore the hat And there was someone who looked like me At least a little, but not exact
You retreat I advance You cry on graves while I dance you will ebb and I will float oh I'm so sure about you, you don't know the more I love you the
I won't run when the sky turns to flame and I sure won't budge when the earth does shake when the flood comes up, I will dance in the rain 'cause it's
little dead, I know, today making wishes from lightyears away the stars are far and falling's hard and cold oh won't somebody ski over to me I fell hard
Darling you know I loved you something like a drug Darling I twist and turn so in & out of love And now I say I'm glad it's over And I've never felt
You oughta hear the mirror in my house You oughta fear her pretty, pretty mouth Says I'm imperfect in every way: a??Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfwaya
If it feels right, you should make a movie starring all of your friends You should put a spotlight on the little things If it feels right If you feel
you only come out late at night just like an animal in the moonlight you're wrapped up tight in mystery you got me so fogged in that I can't even see
So pretty, so smart Such a waste of a young heart What a pity, what a sham What's the matter with you, man? Don't you see it's wrong? Can't you get
Morning's a peach Night is a pitbull Either way, I get a bite My car reports to work at eight My heart is several hours late I can't keep up with the
I'm not much for dope or drink And that's thanks to Dr. Shrink But one thing I can't kick is I can't kick the man. I'm pathologically addicted To what
Morning's a peach Night is a pitbull Either way, I can't abide My car reports To work at eight My heart is several hours late I can't keep up
someday my prince will come someday I'll find my love and how thrilling the moment will be when the prince of my dreams comes to me he'll whisper "I
A laundry list a mile long I've got so much to do No, I don't see that elephant standing in the room And I keep telling everyone it's something like
