Are right where yours fit perfectly I'll find repose in new ways Though I haven't slept in two days 'Cause cold nostalgia Chills me to the bone But drenched in vanilla
do is no one's business but me So stay in your missionary position I hope that you get bored to death There's no way I'm going through life having vanilla
bright, nocturnal Vanilla Queen Your mask is sterile dignity Tell me why, nocturnal Vanilla Queen You haunt me, even in my dreams You're the bright, nocturnal Vanilla
Bang bang, you shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down I was five and you were six We rode
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice from the church Where a wedding has been, nobody sees Sits in the window, wearing a face That she keeps in a jar by the
No one told me about her The way she lied Well, no one told me about her How many people cried Well, it's too late to say you're sorry How would I know
When I look outside my window What do I see? And when I look outside my window So many different people to be, yeah That it's strange, so strange You
I've been trying to make you love me But everything I try just takes you further from me You don't love me no, no, so you treat me cruel But no matter
Yeah You are my fire The one desire Believe when I say I want it that way But we are two worlds apart Can't reach to your heart When you say That I
I said, "Shotgun, shoot 'em for he runs now" Do the jerk, baby Do the jerk, now Hey Put on your red dress And then you go Downtown I said buy yourself
Set me free Why don't you babe? Get off my life Why don't you babe? You really don't want me You just keep me hangin' on You really don't need me You
Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice In the church where a wedding has been Lives in
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She said, "I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today, yeah" The girl that's driving me mad is going away, she is She's got a ticket to ride She's
nubian, I want you to-be in every fantasy But if you're a whitey, say nighty-nighty, your just not the girl for me Oh I hate vanilla ice cream, I like
you're pure you're something special yeah that's for sure You are my electric got a black jag for you that's why I call you my sweet vanilla blue
so high up In the vanilla sky In the vanilla, in the vanilla In the vanilla sky In the vanilla, in the vanilla In the vanilla sky In the vanilla sky
'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice, Ice, baby Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby Vanilla