It's a lazy afternoon Summertime, as I recline, lay back and relax, let the sun shine Consider this a message to my mellow in the front seat Of the Jeep
Chorus Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself Don't go mixing
Well hello there gee it's been a long long time How am I doin' oh I guess that I'm doin' fine It's been so long now and it seems like it was only yesterday
Well, hello there My, it's been a long, long time How am I doin'? Oh, I guess that I'm doin' fine It's been so long now and it seems That it was only
There is no king when love is the thing, play the same rules In a heartbeat a wise man can be a fool There's no guarantee that love will be a stranger
my throat, hold me, I'm clay in your arms Half-killed by your charme Not for love, I'm looking for a proper place to die In my soul lust is inborn
, baby, help me, feel like I'm gonna bust I need a healthy outlet for my teenage lust" Yes, I do now baby Won't my teenage lust go someday? Moved into
lust for kicks They blame it all on the lust for kicks, kicks On the lust for kicks On the lust for kicks On the lust for kicks On the lust for kicks
not be real And if a person, place, or thing can deliver I will quiver with delight Will it last me for all my life Or just one more lonely night Chorus: The lust
The foundation of our upbringing was her heart beating. Within vessels lies the fluid. I know it tastes like mine does. Epidermal layer, porcelain.
Well hello, there my, it's been a long long time How am I doin', oh, I guess that I'm doin' fine It's been so long now and it seems now that it was only
What did you think I would do at this moment When you're standing there before me With tears in your eyes? Tryin' to tell me that That you found you
It's 3 o'clock in the morning and the phone is ringing You're over there, I'm lying here, wondering what you're thinking A phone call at this hour can
She'd brought along the oranges He'd brought the tea They both brought along a sick-bag just in case The plate of chicken sandwiches Were lovely, they
Hear the sound of falling love As I wonder where you are Hits the ground with a dead sound Know you ain't got far Too stupid and sissy like To say that
our love was lost now we found our love was lost our love was lost now we found ... heart ... come on back i am fucking workaholic with a passion in
(Layzie Bone) It's the art, art of war, art of war It's the art, art of war, art of war It's the art, art of war, art of war It's the art, art of war,
She had good intentions and I had the same She kept the baby and left me the blame We both had our reasons but they weren't the same Ain't it funny the