Lyrics:
got a mean disposition
She's got a big shooter too
She's got a mean disposition
Really make a mess
Really make a mess out of you
I never
disposition, Mama, drove your daddy way from home
I don't want no woman, goin' to run around
And drink her whiskey, act like a fanfoot clown
Your time to worry,
disposition, Mama, drove your daddy way from home
I don't want no woman, goin' to run around
And drink her whiskey, act like a fanfoot clown
Your time to worry,
through my veins
I see through the lies
In your bittersweet smile
I see the tears flowing like a crocodile
But don't you patronise me
You got a disposition
Beautiful Disposition
Beautiful Disposition
Beautiful Disposition
Beautiful Disposition
I want your makeup on my sweater
Perfume in my bedroom
gone insane
No control soul mutilated
Long beyond Gods recognition
Sick Tormented heart
Lost demented mind
My Rotten Disposition
My Rotten Disposition
And there ain't no
Happily Ever After for me
I've been missing
Your sick disposition and smile
Like a missing child
On a carton of milk
Yes, I've been
disposition
My unsound intuition
All I want
All I want is you
Your violet disposition
My unsound intuition
I saw a red light up ahead
And so I took
out
It doesn't matter your condition
Let this be your disposition
It doesn't matter your condition
Let this be your disposition
It doesn't
She had a sunny disposition
He had a cloud that never went away
She woke up singing almost every day
It turned him all around
And brought him in from
disposition
May you one day carry me home
I ain't never been to Vegas, but I gambled up my life
Building newsprint boats I race to sewer mains
Was trying
This self-made freedom is a moving target
Damn my dispossessed disposition
Blood Moon over my head
That night the air got cold; I shuddered with
bender
Pallid desire
Along a tired disposition
Along a tired disposition
I am a long way from you
The spouting colors,
"We will live forever" you
Boundless
It's the turning of yet another proverbial page
As the day slowly ends
It seems no sunny disposition can alter my condition
The winter of my
disposition
May you one day carry me home.
I ain't never been to Vegas but I gambled up my life
Building news print boats I raced in sewer mains
I was
And I'll open the gates
It is my repetition disposition
We know the call and it's coming in stuck in slow motion
I'm an open book but I guess everyone's
me to go?
Oh my sweet disposition
May you one day carry me home
Never been to Vegas, but I gambled up my life
Though the newsprint boats are raced in
money like the way it likes to rain
And I ended up with pockets full of 'caine
Oh my sweet Carolina
What compels me to go?
Oh my sweet disposition
money like the way it likes to rain
And I ended up with pockets full of 'caine
Oh my sweet Carolina
What compels me to go?
Oh my sweet disposition
Time will not stand still today is the day the day of salvation
Living for more than just a synthetic force fed existence
This is my disposition
You got a mean disposition,
You got no inner vision,
And you're cruel in addition.
I can tell by the way you look,
I can read you like a book.
bitter disposition
By now must surely run its course
Ooh
Now I've been given the gift of persistence
But it's become a curse
Unraveling backward
In
With tear stained eyes
And their bloodied heart
Baby take me back
Oh to the start
Soulless disposition
Mindless apparition
Soulless disposition
life of sorrow
Live!
And see your dreams come to fruition
Die!
You can't deny life's disposition
Every night I see your face, you know it haunts my
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