Lyrics:
Standing at the precipice
I guess I made a mess of it
Blessings were a second guess
I messed up the whole severance
Now I got no messages
Lonely than
Isolation
When you leave it's like I disappear
Desolation
Every time you go it feels like
Seconds slowly turn to minutes
A month of Sundays
fall
Well I call your name but it's not the same
As having you here
If I was a second too late
Or a moment too soon
Or an hour too long
Tell
love, our love
Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
It's in the stars
bigger than me. (OK)
The second billy goat came over the bridge
The troll roared loud
I'll gobble you up!
Oh no
Not me just wait a bit
Till the big Billy
a ticket to New Jersey
I went there, and it sucked!
Yeah!
If you stand me up on a date
If you deliver my pizza 30 seconds late
I'm gonna sue, sue
Yes, I'm
you wait a bit?
I'll explain in a second can you wait a bit?
Just wait a bit
Can you wait a bit
I been waiting all day for you to drive over
Least that
I like a little bit of bad in a good, good man
A little bit of mad can be a whole lotta fun
When you get mean babe, your second to none
Outta 7
przejdzie mam dar perswazji
To już niespotykane pers w azji
Johny dał bit ja robię sobie spontan
Johny dał bit ja robię sobie spontan
Johny dał bit ja robię
Pimp shit, uh
Uh, pimp shit
Yeah, turn my shit up a little bit
My vocals, uh, uh
I hypnotize ya eyez and then you recognize
That the sparkles
beneath
Give me another second to breathe
Or let me take just one last drink
And see how far I can really sink
My heart is torn to bits
Can't get it right
tell if it
Really hope that hurts, she told me she been celibate
Said nobody made her feel the way I did
I felt a bit, a little bit conflicted
I
She quick to hop up on his dick straight hoopie style
She let the fella hit but she sang she sell-a-bit
He ain't buying that, she ain't selling it
She
I keep wanting the leaves, everyday
As they fall away, as they fall away
Moving skies with the seas, on my way
Every second stays, every second stays
fucked with it
Appetite for Destruction
For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit
Murder in the first degree and manslaughter
Taking the life
players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit yo' style from
You ain't gon' sell two copies if you press a double album
call it god, I'll worship the sun, without all her fire there won't be anyone.
Second to Sun.
I wanna live like the red spot
Winds 11,000 miles per hour,
Pimp shit, uh
Uh, pimp shit
Yeah, turn my shit up a little bit
My vocals, uh, uh
I hypnotize ya eyes and then you recognize
That the sparkles
With a snap in her style and a click in her heels.
In seconds flat my heart she could steal.
Lookin' every bit of a where it's at.
More like
to end
Mi chat microphone from mi little bit
Mi use to chat pon lee's
A me bring ades
King jammy's sound mi use to d.j. it
But man a fight over mic
you
Without you
Can you stay
When nothing is going our way
Will you stay
And make these seconds last a bit longer
Every time I am without you
My world
around.
Enzymes, they come breaking us down to the core.
The good Lord grants we all get a second chance.
I'm one of the dishes here,
In the belly
a little bit longer
If we keep falling a little bit longer
Elusive second winds accrue in places we could not be dared
Like in my bed, under the covers,
to say, then don't say nothin'"
Uh, fuck that shit, bitch, eat a motherfuckin' dick
Chew on a prick and lick
A million mutherfuckin' cocks per second
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