Lyrics:
This girl is made of lipstick
Powder and paint
Sees the pictures of herself
Every magazine on every shelf
This girl is maid of Bond Street
snow heavy
Sick lane, Nic Cage how I ride with fire
Forever with bars, sort of like a lifer
With the Son of Anarchy, I be Breaking Bad
Walkin' Dead,
The colored tablets keep it all in place
And it's so like Candy
So like Candy
What did I do to make her go
Why must she be the one
That I have to love
So like
be trooping
If you don't know the new dance, Patti Duke'n
Clap your hands, stomp your feet, snap your fingers
I'm snatching airplay, from all you
brown and white spectator pumps.
Cut quite a figure if I do say so.
Huh, cute.
First thing I spied was a poster.
There's going to be a dance.
If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then why can´t I paint you?
The words will never show
The you I´ve come to know
If a face could
clear water in a mountain stream
I will come to you in your dreams
Like pictures reflected in a mountain lake
I will be with you when you wake
picture's on the cover and no one knows
Just when you think you've got the wisdom of the ages
Nobody seems to want to turn your pages
I used to think I was
hope is gone
She's got a heart like a sad song
There's a wedding picture she still keeps
Of the girl she was and the man he seemed to be
He left
Look here baby now you know I can, be the one to be your man
Baby now you know I'd do, anything in the world for you
To have lovin' from my
with the beat of a drum
And this picture is proof
That although you´re aloof
You had the shiniest tooth ´neath the sun
Easy come, easy go
Be
She looked at the pictures on a newspaper pane
That was taped to the window
To keep out the wind
To keep out the rain
To keep out the nonsense
IT’S GONNA BE ME
Kristy Jackson
So pack your bags, I don’t want to waste a minute of your precious time
And who am I to get up in your face
Nobody’s
on
And baby, you don't never mean wrong
Tell me if I did, would be I wrong, oh, no, no (G-Got it on smash)
Had your picture on my iPhone for a minute (yeah)
the picture
Back in the picture
I wonder what took so long, so long
Dedicate everything I create to my friends I would die for,
But you will always be
yourself
Kiss me goodbye Judas
Mangled songs words are strained
Your picture's gone I'm lost in the frame
Kiss me goodbye
I believed now I'm betrayed
Saturday night at eight o'clock
I know where I'm gonna go,
I'm gonna pick my baby up,
And take her to the picture show.
Ev'rybody in
Saturday night at eight o'clock
I know where I'm gonna go,
I'm gonna pick my baby up,
And take her to the picture show.
Ev'rybody in
Seem like ya'll holla who real
Every big nigga stand up
Every fuck nigga, every hoe nigga
Everybody got they hands up
(hey feels like that)
Be a fuck
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I will be fine
I will be fine, I will be fine, I will be fine
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I will be fine
I will be fine,
Woo!
Danny's in your bed
You think to yourself but he's only in your head
You know I'm taking down all our pictures tonight
He's toking away instead
Ya, it's your boi CP
I might do some things you don't like
I'm not the same kid it's alright
I'm sorry mom but I'll be alright
I said, I said, I said
She slipped into church
She sat on the back row
'Cause she thought she'd find a little comfort there.
A mother-to-be
But she was just a child
just be heightened
Princess Toadstool, you're not so clever, (A picture says it better)
All your words are alphabet soup,
A picture tells it better
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