and you climb on in Then you're wrapped up oh, so tightly, I don't think you feel a thing No sting of snowflakes, no kiss of angel's wings And maybe
be a boxer In the golden ring Can you punch like a south-bound freight train Tell me just one thing Can you move in a word like a humming bird's wing
and calm, But, with you, you know I have no doubts, And fear will have no sting, With your brilliant eyes and your lost and broken wing, My head upon
Stone, stoned look You're a mystery book Baby night eyes Troubled and shined I've a diamond in mind Baby night eyes You're a scorpion sting A little dragon with wings
my favorite things When the dog bites, when the bee stings When I'm feelin' sad I simply remember my favorite things And little by little, my heavy
part Shirley MacLaine The wounds of time kill you but the surgeon's knife only stings Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels, beat your wings In video
red fox torn by a huntsman's pack That's my soul up there There's a black-winged gull with a broken back That's my soul up there There's a little black
sting? Who'll get the stripes? Black and yellow A dangerous creature, chattering wings Flashing antennae, who is it? It buzzes fine, the bee Buzzes fine, stings
just use the wax I don't play heavy metal but i love Antrax I ain't faking Hendrix got no little wing I can make you burn but I can't make you Sting got
on a bee sting I got at the creek And she gave me my very first kiss And she gave me my very first kiss Talking 'bout my little Kathleen She's just
bollocks Mostly just swinging Itchy and stinging Stinging And there will be times, there will be times When sunset falls Like a wingless bird Never to sing again Never to wing
) I?m blowing on stinky that come in a jar I?m playing with her kitty later come in the car she a red bone but her cousin is dark a little out of shape
screams Angels was flying my woman cookin and burning wings My youngest niece asked her uncle tell me what murder means I said my voice to the microphone every verse should sting
niggaz they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little
room Rudolph Valentino or the curse of all two-legged things Jerusalem on the jukebox, little angels beat you wings Little angels beat your wings
off and fool them all Stay there Faceless, so little there to judge Left wing let's Separate the cold out Opposites, we never need to tell One sting
to when they need love Where are they going, in what direction In the dark, there's no satisfaction And when you hear the wings. beat the stinging
Sadomasochistic, it hurts how hot I make the track Kneel down and praise the king A demon with angel wings Tattoo my flesh with ink, and scorpion stings