What a dramatic exit the stage direction all underlined And I?ll have bold faced lies I?ve got to go before I?m late Yeah you?re catching a plane and playing
This is how a dream becomes a nightmare From throwing smiles to playing with your hair To pretending I'm a stranger And my neck is stiff from looking
fits. In the breast pocket is what's left of your inheritance, one way plane ticket and a business card where they know me. Replace R-O-C with 4-0-1 son
her ass was resting on fell. To her knees working her lips to hard, turning her hips begging the kids to play in the backyard. She tied my arms apart with
asking passing. Let's go from mere theory to action. Yeah, I know that the time for asking passing. It's like bumming a lighter, while playing with matches
I love the sounds of the nightlife. Opportunities like this surface only once or twice. I'll sleep on sofas every night and live life knee deep in poverty
Walking into a dirty saloon singing a sad tune to the bottom half of a glass of beer. The barkeep said, It's got to be the one hundredth time we've heard
By shot three I've got the fortitude to move past the prelude and explain how this escalates. I left her with an incomplete goodbye, then caught the
While I sit and chat, you hold a staring match with the floor mat. You see, that's what I mean, Sweetheart. my life's like a container that sorts your
world nations; it's a shame that my date book's always blank. The wage can't compensate the time taken from me. I'm remunerated with a life I never wanted
This all started at a party. The exposition started at a party just like tonight. Not a formal with neckties and wine. Our bottles came in bags with
What a dramatic exit, with stage directions underlined, in all caps,boldfaced. Lies! I've got to go before I'm late. Yeah, you're catching a plane and playing
Retrace your steps to the last place you left it. I wouldn't have left without saying goodbye. I would have tried until I got it right. If I had known the jukebox was playing
em in the lake bottom up I don't play when it comes to my dope I check my lyrics close,like with a microscope I don't clean'em up with no ivory soap I
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever
bitch While you lame trippin' on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin' shit Came in that bitch with
cried the whole way home Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played with? Your dark twisted games when