Lyrics:
And the secrets that we shared
The mountains that we moved
Caught like a wildfire out of control
Till there was nothing left to burn and nothing left to prove
no control
We're out of control
I don't wanna do it your way
I don't wanna do it your way
I don't wanna give it to you your way
I don't want
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Now Arnold Jones an' MaryBeth Jensen's in a 'Vette down by the Deep Rock
Had John Denver on the 8
tough they only met that day they were lovers by dark
Laid out on the morning skies he puts a ring on her hand
He said listen babe we gotta take what's
can't take this abuse
Every time that you walk in the room, girl
I'm hypnotized by the way that you move
It's the way that you move
You call me out
goes again.
Look out. (voom, voom)
He went by twice. And here's a little midget.
A little midget racer doing well.
Look at that little midget there.
Quick glance at my wrist to tell the time
Eight hours in hell, by now I'm ready to bail
Feeling persistent and going the distance, Baby
Redlining
On the talk back show
On the radio
At the local bar
In the hot traffic
By the red tail lights
Everybody's down on their knees
Listen like
Somebody's out
Somebody's out to get me
They really wanna fix me, hit me
But this time around I'm taking no shit
Though you really wanna get me
You really
marching seven by seven, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching eight by eight, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching nine by nine
The little one stops
begin the weekend with a groove
Roll about eight deep now what's my next move
Waitin' to nightfall so I can enjoy
System pumped by four Jeeps, runnin'
and
And the secrets that we shared
The mountains that we moved
Caught like a wildfire out of control
'Til there was nothing left to burn and nothing left to prove
It's kind of like you holdin' me, strokin' me
Takin' control of me, never let go of me cuz you my girl
It's kind of like I'm floatin' and takin'
as he was leaving he tipped his hat
Then he laughed and said, I'm sorry bout your luck
When he walked out the door he got hit by a truck
Ace's
I just lost my mind, now I’m out of control
Molly got me geeked up, I’m out of control
To the face got me out of control
Four bitches in here
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old
a lullaby
Cradle songs for a midlife
Don't forget to pass me by
‘Cause my imagination runs away
On this 8th Avenue serenade
Meet me at the bathroom stall
they will know that
Dema don't control us, Dema don't control
East is up
They want to make you forget
They want to make you forget
Save your
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
to me a lullaby
Cradle songs for a midlife
Don't forget to pa** me by
‘Cause my imagination runs away
On this 8th Avenue serenade
Meet me
that love was out of my control
A heavy burden lifted from my soul
I heard that love was out of my control
I listened to your kisses at the door
an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination, Bangor, Maine
Old worn-out
closing in (evil twin)
There it goes again (evil twin)
It controls my pen (my evil twin)
But that ain't me, it's my evil twin
(Then I step out and see
We're damaged people
Drawn together
By subtleties that we are not aware of
Disturbed souls
Playing out forever
These games that we once thought
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