a chance on your paper romance anyway yeah you can write me a love letter but there's nothing to say don't wanna take a chance on your paper romance
take a chance on your paper romance anyway yeah you can write me a love letter but there's nothing to say don't wanna take a chance on your paper romance
paper read the news Oh so many cities Are going around in my head Take me back to where I might belong Traipsing trading with strangers and romance
ball And made a concrete cavern A caterpillar concert hall I wish that we could sail our sad days away forever In deep blue seas of paper-mache Let's
the crystal ball, And made a concrete cavern of caterpillar concert hall. ADAM: I wish that we could sail our sad days away, forever, In deep blue seas of paper
ain't mad, iz ya? Gold diggers, we call 'em gold diggers No chicken head get no respect trick And these cowards get a classic playa pluckin' on 'em I be's 'bout paper
all a masquerade Shorty, paint her face like a clown but can't take away the frown Found under the make up I asked her, "What's your passion?", answered, "What's the paper
to me so I can hit him with a two-piece We rock, we he roll, where he got control Me and my mans and them Get the brains out these hoes If she can dance, then She can romance
robots) Stiff arms, kneecaps, oil (R O B O T, R O B O T) Metal, robots (Little, go, go, romance, robots, little, go, go, romance, robots)
you walkin' by A long ago you used to stop and talk Now you just wink your eye And I'm surprised You look all grown up A champagne glass next to a paper
Method Man] I'm not a Spanish talkin' raper I'm _naughty_, but girl that ain't my _nature_ Johnny Cash all about this paper You playin' wit the big boys
If you can't deal with the give and take then baby let me be I need a thug with a gangstas touch Lets take a chance on raw romance Baby blow my mind,
eyes weapon in his hand and he left you there when love always demands and you see only ballerinas can dance and you found {yes you} found a friendly romance
caves But the poor, misguided directionless Familiar of some obscure scottish poet The mist crawls from the canal Like some primordial phantom of romance
