I've been so many places, I've seen so many things But none quite so lovely as you More beautiful than the Mona Lisa Worth more than gold And my eyes
Girl, I can't believe it comes to this already We turned back the hands of time Always tried to give you love and be real steady But something else
The fly is the source of infection Some wild guy told me The fly is the source of infection Believe me it's not so The source of infection is you My fly
Son las cuatro de la tarde, Amanece un nuevo dia. Ya no te hablas con casi nadie, Por culpa? ?ay ! de tu melancolia. Dicen que son tus colegas, Los que
Hey, Quiebro razon justo a tiempo Soy la vena, la sangre el corazon latiendo Justo a tiempo Sin darme cuenta entraba en tierras lisas Sin riesgo, sin
For how long do we tolerate these fools Drunk with power Drunk with power, obsessed with death Death and destruction, drunk with power A giant game
Lichterperlen blitzen murmelnd Zwischen Moos und Stein Funkelndes Schattenwasser Im leisen Blaetterrauschen Lichtdurchwirkte Baumkronen Wiegend im Wind
Take one Hey Alright Woo How 'bout 'cha now, come on Oh yeah Dig it! That's right Is everybody ready? Let's go (Movin' up and down) Up 'n down (Round
Manhattan is an island Like the women who are Surrounded by children in a car Surrounded by cars Or Manhattan was a project That projected the worst
I will not lie down On the wrongful groundwork laid While it's still a radical sound Just to call a spade a spade Dear friends, women and men Please
You start tripping And I start slipping away I was taught to zip it If I got nothing nice to say And down in the Texas of my heart Driving a really big
When the joy had left your body And you were locked in, to your own thoughts You used to love to sit by the water And watch it lapping on the rocks And
Millennium Theater Get out there and buy that water and gas Ramadan, orange alert Everybody put on your gas mask First, leak it out about the president
Such an intent stare One eye at a time Your talons like fish hooks You are a rare bird The kind I wouldn't even mind Writing in the margins of my books
Step up and forfeit Your frontal lobe To the sexed up strobe Of celebrity Never mind that The nanoseconds in between Are some of the darkest darkness
I had to leave the house of fashion Go forth naked from its doors 'Cuz women should be allies Not competitors And I had to leave the house of God 'Cuz
So that's how you found me Rain falling around me Looking down at a worm With a long way to go And the traffic was hissing by And I was homesick and I
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