Lyrics:
alone?
Can I take you home?
Now every woman sees
With every "pretty please"
There's a pair of lyin' eyes
And a set of keys
He says come be a star
lovely it was.
Thanks for the memory
Of cushions on the floor,
Hash with Dinty Moore,
That pair of gay pajamas
That you bought
And never wore.
After a while we took in the clothes
Nobody said very much
Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants
Which nobody wanted to touch
girl, she's feeling bad.
Little junior, he's got the blues
Says he needs a pair of baseball shoes.
Repeat chorus
Now in everything that I do
I'm
I can wash out forty four pairs of socks and have 'em hangin' out on the line
I can starch and iron two dozens shirts 'fore you can count from one
a woman puts on a pair of walking shoes
You ought to know by now
There's nothing, son, that you can do
For a broken heart
Ain't nothing when
I've gotten down to my last pair of shoes
Can't even win a nickel bet
Because, ah them that's got are them that gets
And I ain't got nothin' yet
pair
A Fendi bag and a bad attitude
That's all I need to get me in a good mood
She can walk with a switch and talk with street slang
I love it when
It isn't alcohol no yaller gal at all
thrills me fills me with the pep I've got
I've got a pair of feet
That found a low down beat
Low down,
washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux,
A pair of very conscientious clucks
To the people passin' by
Then they took this cheap vacation, their shoes
of a pair of heels
I wish I were in love again
[Chorus]
Believe me, sir, I much prefer
The classic battle of a him and her
I don't like quiet and I
dry
I bought you a pair of shoes
A trumpet you can blow
And a book of rules
On what to say to people
When they pick on you
'Cause if you stay with
behind a million pair of eyes
And told them how they saw
Then we lost your train of thought
Your paintings are all your own
While troubles are rising,
When you're the best of friends
Having so much fun together
You're not even aware you're such a funny pair
You're the best of friends
Life's a happy
Ridin' in a long gray limousine.
Sittin' in a pair of hundred dollar jeans.
Tryin' to talk sense to a rock'n'roll queen.
Damn, best kinda livin'
the days have turned to years
I was something she could use
Like a good friend or a pair of shoes
Or any kind of good news
Now the eastern sky is
Portrait of my young soul
Mighty eagles pair
On the peace of your hair.
Light all the fires,
It's the King of the Rumbling Spires
Light all
and you're my fan
You try to bite lines, but rhymes are mine
You's a sucker MC in a pair of Calvin Kleins
Comin' from the wackest part of town
Tryin'
I am just one man with his one pair of eyes
I dress in normal clothes and I don't try to disguise
I'm looking out for love however it may seem
of the air
If my wings should fail me, Lord
Oh please meet me with another pair
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
what it feels like
To have no control over the G spot?
It's like a brand new pair of Reeboks or a junkie freshly detoxed
You feel the tingling all
baby doll for Cindy I got a pair o'roller skates for
Jane
And baby if we ever have any more kiss Christmas shoppin's
Gonna drive me insane
Gonna
on his ribs like a xylophone
With a pair of spoons we get a rockin' song
You'll hear it all, in Carny Town
Hurry, hurry, hurry, the house is almost
for a trip I took to paradise
'Cause I looked into a pair of eyes
And what I thought was the look of love was only hurt in disguise
Too bad I
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