how much she means Sitting in this sweatshirt you wore, smelling of you Might be as close as I get to being in your shoes But sitting by my bedside, and
a guy holding a sign that said, "Twine ball or bust" He smelled real bad and he said his name was Bernie I put in a Slim Whitman tape, my wife put on
the driveway Then we drive to the drive-thru Heading off to the drive-thru We're approaching the drive-thru Getting close to the drive-thru Almost there at the drive
I'd really like to die Into the pit of my desire or a bed of fire tonight "Oh no, this is the last time, honey" she whispers in my ear But every time
glass between us bittering and banging, singing in sanging spinnin and hangin out yingin and yangin whats the big idea? comin with the sideshow mountain act u could always drop my
t ask me, and Frank got this great idea, actually he gets this great idea for me, to have Aynsley in the Hollywood Ranch Market, which we just did last
hatin' for, boy you so damn lame Ya click the same, a destined bunch of walkin' shit stains Disgraced the A, ya give the city such a bad name You way back in my
u so damn lame (Sucka Nigga) Ya Click tha same, a destined bunch of walkin shit stain Disgraced the A ya give the city such a bad name You way back in my
damn lame (Sucka Nigga) Ya Click tha same, just a bunch of walkin shit stains Disgrace to tha A ya give the city such a bad name You way back in my rearview