Sometimes it seems like winter's end The weeks they just go on like a friend of mine The sadness, it has left a trace I think that you can see that on
Sometimes it seems like winter's end The weeks they just go on like a friend of mine The sadness it has left a trace I think that you can see that on
: Sometimes it seems like winter's end The weeks they just go on like a friend of mine The sadness it has left a trace I think that you can see that
concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you, let's
neighbors he was off in the war Fightin' for freedom he's good to the core and she's proud Now our place was a graveyard for automobiles At the end of
in-crowd, now you're in style And in the winter gets cold, En Vogue, wit'cha skin out City of sin, it's a pity on the whim Good girls gone bad, the city's
far away Far away from always knowing that the love they shared was true Far away the fiddler?s bowing, the grass forever blue It was in the dead of winter
bar And I still remember these words Oh, it's plain that you're lookin' for trouble Trouble's what I try to shun If that's what you want, then that's
away Far away from always knowing that the love they shared was true Far away the fiddler?s bowing, the grass forever blue It was in the dead of winter
southwest all winter long From hotel lounge to hotel lounge Ron likes liquor Bela loves speed Stu's found a good mix in between No matter where they tour They end
crowd, now you're in style End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out City of sin, it's a pity on the wind Good girls gone bad, the city's
now you're in style End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out City of sin, it's a pity on the wind Good girls gone bad, the city's filled
stuck dude It's nothing! This ain't your ordinary rap It's extrordinary scrap - Cris', pour the Henny back like It's nothing! (What's my name?) G Rap,
