The innocence is gone but still I'm holdin' on Searchin' for love that lasts forever Lookin' for a place, where love can hide away Takin' a chance, it
Treat me like a princess Treat me like a goddess, treat me like a slave Make me go insane Let me dive in your eyes Let me drown in your smile,
He's got his plastic sneakers She's got her robuck purse He's got his butane flicker She's got it worse They're crazy about each other Like a misplaced
Well I feel like I have to feel Something good all of the time With most of life I cannot deal But a good feeling I can feel Even though it may not be
The foundation of our upbringing was her heart beating. Within vessels lies the fluid. I know it tastes like mine does. Epidermal layer, porcelain.
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
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
Whose song is that remembered? At random serpentine Throught fatty coils emerging There's some artist thinking This light stands above The thunders on
Blue eyed devil Blue eyed devil Born to be a God among salesmen Working the skinny tie Slugging down fruit juice Extra tall extra wide Blue eyed devil
When you were languishing in rooms I built to file you in And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in I don't need to walk around in
As for my single self, I had as life not be as live To be in awe of such a thing as I myself As for my own concern I had as think to think As keep on
Lifting me up Lifting me up Lifting me up Lifting me up like a garage door I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on I know you Lord are a jealous
When all the limbs are numb and clean And you're in transit, dream to dream I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones When all the world has lain and sank
Janine, I drink you up Janine, I drink you up Janine, Janine, I sing If you were the Baltic sea and I were a cup, uh huh Varick street and I drove south
Get on to the bus That's gonna take you back to Beelzebub Get on to the bus That's gonna make you stop going rub a dub Your words burn the air Like the
Exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers Jewels cleaving skin between breasts Your Cadillac breathes four hundred horses over blue lines You
I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, now I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, now I've gotta get a new balm I've gotta