Hey you, new wave, come over here You're the prettiest thing I've seen all year Hey you, new wave, don't turn away Close those pouty lips and listen to
Wendy, Wendy what went wrong Oh, so wrong We went together for so long I never thought a guy could cry 'Til you made it with another guy Oh Wendy, Wendy
You don't have to worry You don't have to hurry You just have to learn to enjoy You don't have to make it You don't have to take it You just have to learn
Do you enjoy the distortion? Stomp box yourself to the ground Do you enjoy the distortion? Mad fuzz give birth to the sound Are you singing Oh, fascinate
Words like violence Break the silence Come crashing in Into my little world Painful to me Pierce right through me Can't you understand Oh my little girl
Savor is an instrumental piece. The following lyrics are for Toussaint L'Overture Los cueros me llaman (repeat) El timbal (repeat) Vamos morena
-Muir-Trujillo- (3:52) Raspberry, boysenberry, strawberry and lemon lime She's got that flavor I love to savor I'll lick your flavor baby, anytime '
I'm so in love with you, it's forever I'm never feeling lonely baby, 'cause you're by my side think you should be here tonight. I'm going crazy and
I'm waking up-and you are there Times are over when you had me out of breath I think of you and have to say: Every night,my god you're boring
I won't think twice, I am your baby you will see When it comes to love, I am what you dream of fantasy when it comes to sex, you can't be perplex would
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I'm found. Was blind, but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught
Will you be there when the fire turns ardour will you be there when 'cause it is more than a flame of the night the sun is goin' down for good will you
You - I saw you in her arms I saw you kiss her lips You - I've woken up from my dreams oh it hurt so deep my feelings start to die it's you who makes
Words like violence Break the silence Come crashing in Into my little world Painful to me Pierce right through me Can't you understand Oh, my little
An apparition in your condition has every right to expect some suspicion And there's no gratitude in all this solitude but still you wonder how I got
My philosophy of catastrophe no doubt is coming after me, but I can chop that down like a family tree. The givers, the takers, the losers, money makers
I'm a punk, I'm king, I'm a coward Full of promise and destiny But you don't understand me anyway (that's okay) You can run and hide and duck in the
Fat people in shopping malls Meet me at the big and tall Not for sale but might be for rent Raise up the flag on the circus tent You might miss America