Lyrics:
Falling in love is wonderful
Falling in love is so alone
My cell
My pretty little cell
Painted windows there for me
Painted windows so I can
impossible
When I still see it all in my head
In burnin' red
Lovin' him was red
Oh, losin' him was blue like I'd never known
Missin' him was dark gray,
Is it romantic how all my elegies
Eulogize me?
I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones
These hunters with cell phones
Take me to the Lakes
that crimson sin intensity!
I'm haunted by the mystery of red, red, red!
Red! red knocks 'em dead!
Some like it hot-tah!
I like it red!
Red's my
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
I'm a stitch away from making it
And a scar away from falling apart, apart
Blood cells pixelate and the eyes dilate
And the full moon pills, got
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne
You don't have to wear
running home to someone else (what you doing to me, what you doing me))
Or maybe (or maybe)
She lost my number in her cell
(Oh babe)
(What you doing
cell
The tears running down from his eyes
He said I've been the death of many a poor boy
But my six-shooters never told a lie
No, my six-shooters never
I've been true to you.
God knows, Johnny, I've been true to you."
The next one to visit John Hardy in his cell,
Was a little girl dressed in red.
She
true to you God knows
Johnny, I've been true to you
The next one to Visit John Hardy in his cell
Was a little girl dressed in red
She come down
should've heard them knocked-out jailbirds sing
Let's rock everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
true to you
God knows, Johnny, I've been true to you
The next one to Visit John Hardy in his cell
Was a little girl dressed in red
She come down
beat a chicken
There ain't no warden, shit
Just broken glass fuckin' up my Jordans
Twice upon a time in the projects
I done got jacked for my Rolex
Bob Marley]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Woah now
[Red, red, red, redder than red]
Said I'm redder than red
[Dread, dread, dread, dreader than dread]
I get
cell,
The tears running down from his eyes.
He said, "I've been the death of many a poor boy.
But my six-shooters never told a lie,
No, my
Nevermind the soft cell shit
That's strictly for the twits
Nevermind the men at work
Those tunes are for the jerks
Cause we're
The red hot chili
the Soft Cell shit
That's strictly for the twits
Nevermind the Men At Work
Those tunes are for the jerks
'Cause we're
The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Yo, yeah, dat way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don't sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts
Your artists be taking my
Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne, you don't have
Mr. Bourbon and Coke laughs
At all of my jokes when he's drinking
Mr. Martini stares and he
Never shares what he's thinking.
Miss Sexy Red Wine
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne
You don't have to wear
It was given to me by my father, she said
It was given to me
She took the back way home
Passed the lights and the Summerhill
Turned left onto
round you weigh me down
Gravel hands of green and brown
Spinning round you weigh me down
Gravel hands of green and brown
In your cells both red
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