Lyrics:
Angelica
Sweet Angelica
Now in my silent room
I tend the flowers that I buy
As they slowly fade and die
Watered by the tears I cry for my Angelica
My
face like that, uh?
You ain't never seen a baseball bat?
A maniac knockin' on your baseball cap?
You better step about ten paces back
Or you'll be
Giving for chances to
Leave the basement life
And not the landlord's wife.
Furnished room
Celebrate the first flight window
Bird's eye view.
We hide behind the rocks.
It will be days before we see him again.
In these days he's known to sit in a darkened room,
Pained by what he's seen
Blue - You say what
Blue - what - Blue - what.
I try every single day too,
Get by every night I pray too,
Survive everything I say and do.
Late at night a disc jockey plays a sad song by request
For some lonely girl in a one room world whose tears won't let her rest
For she lives every
I'm gonna tear your playhouse down, pretty soon
I'm gonna tear your playhouse down, room by room
You think love is just fun and games, trying to be
Originally recorded by KISS off the album Dressed To Kill, 1975
You show us everything you've got
You keep on dancin and the room gets hot
You
The champagne is poured
As they socialize
The look in their eyes
Hide in the light
Everything is paid for tonight
While at the party of the
Dead dancin' in their
should start by saying yo
I don't know your name but excuse me miss
I saw you from across the room
I got to give her game proper
Spit it so she get
Brigade
For all the time spent in that room
The doll's house darkness old perfume
And fairy stories held me high
On clouds of sunlight floating by
Oh
to give, she hated everything she did
And I could feel her restless mind
Calling out for love at crying time
All those days that seemed like years
She made perfume in the back of the room
While me and my group, we'd sit out on the stoop
And we'd play for her the songs she liked best to have us
stuck a lot
Just letter jacket boys singing Jerry Jeff songs
Drinking everything we could get our hands on
Learning 'bout right by doin' it wrong
of the summer
Gotta take a chance and just ask for her number
I wish I had a song on MTV
'Cause in a crowded room, I'd be the only one she'd see
She's looking
video
For a million and change
Flashback to cool summer nights
Freddy can we cut to the chase?
In the room above your garage
Everything about
want everything and be
Blinded by 10,000 lights
Feeling like
There ain't no coming down
Ain't no coming down
Ain't no coming down
And when the music gets
in the Slum Village
Return of the Boom Bap with two million on the wrist
DJ Drama
Ayo, Tom Brown sale surrounded by drug paraphernalia
I dare you
I saw you coming
I called your name
You couldn't hear me
You walked on by
Something's changed
Everything's rearranged
You didn't see me
You
Your faith is destroyed you are trapped in the hands of a system
Your house was taken away for debts your wife and children left you.
Now you are
substitutes for me, ahem
She will be looking for more of my cum, ahem
As the whole room echoes, ahem
After me she becomes born again
Yes yes everything is
Everything seems so wrong,
(i) can't belive what you've done
Take a look inside your head
(i) can's see faith, just regrets
Closed in your room
separate reality
Sorry there's only room for me
I used to have an angel, she took care of everything
Yeah, so sometimes we cried, maybe more than most,
the fields for room to grow, it's by design.
We leave behind
All the desperate you and I's
We burn the bridges back to you, it's by design.
I've seen
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