Lyrics:
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
heaven
Buddy boy in the back
Is a little bit afraid
Because the only
Gift he's bringing
Is a bunch of bad grades
I got blue suede shoes
In the boot for my
to me
Being in each minute
I'm an old guy nearly 60
Probably not too cool
I got a buddy Noam Chomsky who's an old guy too
I asked him about plots for
this
Covered in dancefloors and rooftop lounges
Where the lonesome drift among the loved
Like incompatible constellations
Looking up at blue suede
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
lonesome by it for not beeing at home, you know
People can make you feel at home
And when I, thank you very much
And when I get that feeling like that I
looking for new home
But I'll never be alone
We used to carry around a gun
Everything we doing is brand new
We appear out of the blue
All the difficulties
passing by
Nicky:
No I think it's a guy
All but Princeton:
And a homeless man
Who only wants to
Buy something to eat!
Sorry, can't help you.
We could go
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
call moo
Said he got six shirt shit ima fall through
When I had the one with the hunnid I made all blues
Man I feel just like Buddy
I made all Blues
Got
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
Independent living on my own
On my lonesome,
Just pronounce it, then announce it
I bounced them
I found it
This is my niche and it clicks
Itch, itch
know the difference anymore. In Boston, you don't run over rats. You hit them. That's right. Coming home late the other night, almost like I disrupted
I used to be so fancy free,
But really lonesome as could be,
Till one lucky day, you came my way
I never knew what love was all about
I used to be so fancy free,
But really lonesome as could be,
Till one lucky day, you came my way
I never knew what love was all about
Until I met
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
with that guy
That guy who sings songs by the Eagles
Another tribute song for a lonesome savior that helped my in my life..
dance by (I'll take you home)
And I know you're wondering what you'll do if he doesn't come back to you
But, don't worry, I'll take you home so, little
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
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