Lyrics:
the sheets feel cold and lonely
Who wants to brave the pouring rain
For a glass of French champagne?
Well grab a cab, grab a cap and baby, come right by
He likes it a lot
How would Richard Goldstein
Interpret this performance?
Obviously it's jazz-rock heavily
Influenced by Al Cooper
Honkus has been
beanery
Yeah he was eating pills like candy and chasing them with tea
You should have seen him lick his lips, that old black muddied beak
Louisiana rain is
and find myself transfigured by his brightness
Ring upon my finger, little golden ring
Devoutly I press you to my lips and to my heart
The blissful
red lips
And when she walked by I almost flipped
Zindy Lou
A lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou
A lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou
A lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou
come right by
And she was hot, as she kissed my mouth
She was hot, as I wiped her brow
She was hot, she pinned me to the ground
She was quick,
nights I've watched her tease
By shifting all her weight from hip to hip
And with her hands brush back the falling strands
That cover up her satin lips
(Two, two, one, two, three, four)
By the San Diego sea
That was when I was taken in
And it left its mark on me
Yeah, she nearly drove me crazy
Having a bad week?
Let me touch your cheek
I will always love you
Having your face hit
Having your lip split
By the one who loves you
Real
stone"
We started talking by the candlelight
Her lips get closer to mine
We started dancing all around the room
Helped by a bottle of wine
Hey
Saying, "avez-vous une allumette?"
With her lips wrapped around a cigarette
Yvette in English saying,
"Please have this
Little bit of instant bliss"
that
Lead chin check
To your dome its on black
Respect me zone or get caught back handed leather strap
Hit ya so hard knocked flat broke by a bloke
Damn your lips very soft
As I turn my Blackberry off
And I turn your bath water on
And you turn off your iPhone
Careless whispers, eye fuckin',
kissin' baby's sweet lips
I've been born again (There's a change in me)
I've been born again (I said a change, a change)
I've been born again (There's
the other cows go home
Gossip 'til their lips are bleeding
Politics and all
I'd rather be high (I'd rather be high)
I'd rather be flying (I'd rather be
the other cows go home
Gossip 'til their lips are bleeding
Politics and all
I'd rather be high (I'd rather be high)
I'd rather be flying (I'd rather be
lady lips singin' like on soul train
The niggaz that's a problem is minimal margin
The Colonel, Capitan, Lieutenant, General Sergeant
Black, one man
We both take the hardest punches
And collect black eyes just to prove it
Still we passed by just like strangers
And we speak just like the closest
the people
Live or die
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it's either black or white
Thank God it's not that simple
In my secret life
I bite my lip
young child's
Face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
Coming down on that child's lips
Well I hope I don't die too
to Jim Bridger Kit was civilized and tame
These words are straight from Carson's lips if you place that story by him
If there's a man who knows this God
Your walls are painted green
Our vines have intertwined
Was this your parting gift?
Black eye and bloody lip
Ten years from now I'll still remember
was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear
As the black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night,
Isn't haunted by every
for her
And she's always by herself
And I wonder where she comes from
And I wonder where she goes
The Girl in black she wanders in the after
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