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Tipsy [Australia] (J-Kwon) · Deliver Me Unto Pain (Banished) · The French et Encore du Pain: The Complete 1995 Paris Live (Buzzcocks) · Paris: Encore du Pain (Buzzcocks) · Perfection in Pain (Corporation 187) · Feel No Pain (Sade) · More Songs of Pain (Daniel Johnston) · Drink to Kill My Pain (Evil Devil) · Pleasure & Pain (112) · Healing the Pain (Bunky Green) – and 90 other albums »


I can see my old hotel
Down amongst the smells
I'm up above that ancient city river
It's filtered by my lousy liver
It's filtered by my wilted
dome's already shattered
By the shit that's occurred
Drivin home tipsy from the club, puffin herb, vision blurred
Thinkin bout them niggaz who caught
party like a three day weekend)

It's Friday night and I got stacks
The club was crunk, jammed packed
Mrs. Bartender what drink is that
T-Pain Buy
Let me start by kissing you on your navel (when you're tipsy)
Drink up, drink up, drink up, Girl
Work my way down so you can squirt all on the table
do what it do)
And I see it in your eyes baby (and I) I know I took you by surprise baby (oh yeah)
This what you do
(Go and gather your crew, 'cause
And thinking about what you said to me,
'you're tipsy, you're turning, you are alive, you are burning.'
And I will not judge you by the way you play your
I can see my old hotel
Down amongst the smells
I'm up above that ancient city river
It's filtered by my lousy liver
It's filtered by my wilted
(Chorus):
I can't go nowhere unless you're by my side
I gotta heve you here I said right here by my side

I can't roam the town unless you're by
dome's already shattered
By the shit that's occurred
Drivin home tipsy from the club, puffin herb, vision blurred
Thinkin bout them niggaz who caught
superglued a horn of plastic

In this post-everything world it still pains me girl
To spell it out for you
The Celtic skirl of Alan Stivell
Might as well
Boiled pain
Rip their castles
I swear
I swore
Boiled pain
Rip out cradles
I swear
I swore
Boiled pain
We can't stay his
I swear
I swore

By
You're from out of town
I can tell that by your shoes
Flew in for the convention
Getting tipsy in a bar

You're leaving pretty late
Gotta get
You're from out of town
I can tell that by your shoes
Flew in for the convention
Getting tipsy in a bar 

You're leaving pretty late
Gotta get
bit tipsy, leans in for a kiss,
She’s stealin’ your heart just like a gypsy
And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin’ in her eyes
Here’s
I'm so tipsy I can't seem to walk,
And you take me firmly by the hand in the dark,
And those cheekbones of yours shine in the dark.
I swear they
and my niggas make it do what it do)
And I see it in your eyes, baby (and I) know I took you by surprise, baby (oh yeah)
This what you do
(Go and gather
tipsy throw your fist up!
If you got diamonds and they shining throw your wrist up!

[Ludacris]
Hey hey
It's Luda Luda get it right I'm Mr. Money
[Chorus]
I can't go nowhere unless you're by my side
I gotta heve you here I said right here by my side

I can't roam the town unless you're by
(Chorus):
I can't go nowhere unless you're by my side
I gotta heve you here I said right here by my side

I can't roam the town unless you're by
[Chorus]
I can't go nowhere unless you're by my side
I gotta heve you here I said right here by my side

I can't roam the town unless you're by
alright

What did you say?

Rejected by society (do re mi fa)
Treated with impunity (so la te do)
Protected by their dignity (do re mi fa)
I search
When by the phone
In vain you sit
You very soon in your mind realize that it's not just
An ordinary pain in your heart

When you by chance
Go
Laying by my precious 
Not long ago 
Hiding behind the shadows 
Of your broken soul 
Why is it always you and something you can never have? 
Why
When by the phone
In vain you sit
You very soon in your mind realize that it's not just
An ordinary pain in your heart

When you by chance
Go knock
they ever seen two eyes so shiny?

The boys in denim vest, smoking cigarettes between their bootblack fingertips, sweetly tipsy by the half-light.