Lyrics:
like all the rest,
So when you come to pick me up come right to my door
Don't stay in your car and beep beep the horn
Baby I'm a hopeless romantic
a hopeless romantic
You pick the sounds for the background to our drive into town
Baby don't be one of the traffic
Had too many nights with the wrong
I found my love in the gas light glow
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds
So I hope you'll keep these memories
In a diary
On the nightstand, by your bed
A long detailed anthology
Of all the mysteries
Locked away
Telegraph cables, they sing down the highway
And travel each bend in the road
People who meet, in this romantic setting
Are so hypnotized by the lovely...
and anger
Stabbing devils in their chest with a rusty ship anchor
Blood and sand we command and conquer
Wasted land,
Then expand the regions undiscovered by
And most of them hoes start
More wars than we do
Circle, cycle, three sixty trifling
When a baby is born somebody else life end
From the birth canal
An unexpected heart attack leaves her body left in shock
He dragged her hand around the back of the building by the canal lock
The rest of the story
Devastation, Or Moors
Elimination, By Spain
No sense in making, Title Caucasian
After a mountain's name, Between, Russia and China plains
Where Mongolians stayed
my early morning ritual
And back then, well, I was up with the birds
And as weeks rolled by, the canals cleared up in Copenhagen, Amsterdam, St.
He was a canvas-back'd scatterbrain from Jazz Street
He had a '65 Chevy and and a surfer shirt full a-parakeets
It's a dead-end road by Love Canal
burden.
I didn't expect to be learning this much,
About myself this way.
Vicious behavior.
Don't let it get the best of me.
Deadly and vicious, romantic
a healing rain
Everywhere you'll see
Another reason to believe
I saw him down south of Canal Street
Right there in a mother's eyes
At a table in a restaurant
that's free game for all you thousand airs
It's funny sour D's will smell sweet
All these niggas think they sell them on Canal Street
I'm sittin' twelve
A fairy tale nation up for sale
They sell in San Francisco oh so well
Put your bullets down you may as well
The ground on which you stand
Not owned by any
you to come by
Baby you a hot spice
Hey pretty lady
Nice shape like Mercedes
They call me the back contrler
Bad gyal don’t play me
Lets link up
One by one, one by one ah ah
One by one
Her profiles telling me
She 5' 6
And she looking quite thick
Looking like it could be a tight fit
Looking
Two pairs of eyes sat bankside by a lake
Trees hiding the sun but it ain't stopping the bake
Rolling hills rolling jays conversation last for days
romantic, I am
Another one of my old
Quick assumptions on love
That's what you've become
Or were you like that all along
It is very likely
That I was blinded
I used to be so strong
I used to take the bull by the horn
And now,
Hopeless, mhm
Romantic, mhm
I'm hopeless, no romance
Oh no, I did it to myself
I
so romantic
(So so romantic?
When she whine she shock's like electric
(Just like electric)
When I see her with her sweet lips
(Oh my God,Aww)
She
the same damn way)
All women scum (Oh)
Get the fuck away from me, yeah (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
I was blinded by love (I was blind)
But now I can see, yeah
a chance here, and I think it’s about time,
But the seabreeze is in and the hours pass us by
The laughter and the stories, few of which are true
and through
Know that I
Choose to stand by you
I'll pray when a clouds over your head
I'll always be next to you in bed
In life there is uncertainty
Let me be
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