one and everything that we did never bothered no one can you remember the days when you were sweet sixteen and always caught in the blaze of someone else's
musta got up & went. You got good news but you're a real good liar Cause backstage lover set your pants on fire. Riff 8x, then sweet emotion 2x Pulled
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: Blood stains the ivories on my daddy's baby grand ain't seen the daylight since we started this band no more, no more (2x) store-bought clothes fallin
way. Walk this way. Walk this way. Walk this way. Walk this way. Just gimme a kiss. Like this! Schoolgirl sweetie with a classy kinda sassy, Little skirt's
riches then to ragtime screamin' the blues I wanna know why everybody's good intention try to make a fool out of me I wanna know why everybody's good
: Got me the strangest woman believe me this trick's no cinch but I really get her going when I whip out my big 10 inch record of a band that plays
: All your love I miss lovin' All your kiss I miss kissin' All your love I miss lovin' All your kiss I miss kissin' Ever since I left you baby, I
in the stable Ma, she's a-cookin' Put the eats on the table Hate's in the city and my love's in the meadow Hand's on the plow and my feets in the
it's a love affair whole place rockin', people stompin' their feet when the gang's all there he gets his lovin' every night for free he's out there rockin
: You see me crying, don't let it getcha down You see me crying, I'm back to the lost and found. Honey whatcha done to your head? Honey was it the words
: Back when Cain was able way before the stable lighting struck right down from the sky a mother ship with fate said let's give it a try conscience was
: Checkmate honey, beat ya at your own damn game no dice honey, I'm livin' on the astral plane feet's on the ground, and your head's goin' down the drain
known and now he's blown it upside-down and hell's the only sound we did an awful job and now they say it's nobody's fault old St. Andreas seven years
complainin' - 'cause everything's rotten go insanin' - and ain't a thing forgotten feelin' cozy - rats are in the cellar cheeks're rosy - skin's turnin
: In the attic lights voices scream nothin' seen real's the dream leaving the things that are real behind leaving the things that you love from mind
hooded coats tormenters climbed into my room I crawled under my bed, covered my head but they're flushin' me out with a broom the leader, she's small,
