This song is called, "It's a metaphor, fool." Sixteen names on my list but none of them could ever get me hot like this. (YEAH!!!) Got your scars on
m a psycho! Woah! I'm a psycho! Woah! Don't you come near me. (I'm a psycho. Whoa!) Don't come close to me. (I'm a psycho. Whoa! ) Why don't you fear
Baby! You don't wanna make me cry or I will fill you with the emptiness inside. Okay! Alright! Baby! You don't wanna say goodbye or I will soak you
I wanna rob you of your game face so I can cower beneath your words. Cause I'm a freak from the same place let suicide make a meal for birds Into your
be your side again. Wrap me up in a plastic case. Pat me down with your warm embrace. I wanna know where you've laid your face at night for all these years. You're a
, like a virgin enthralled by the danger. Poetry was never this real to me. When I was too far gone to save her. Oh Lordy! The sun is coming up! A marshmallow
And it sure was hard to say goodbye To Willies and Laura Mae Jones The cotton was high And the corn was growing fine, yes it was But that was another
Cause I can show you 'bout a real love And I can promise anything that I do is just to satisfy you Your soul ain't a toy, you ain't dealin' with a boy
me Thought it was supposed to be Me you you me so complete Why you handelin me this way What was it you was talkin yesterday Yesterday, I could say,
in a day I'm that Bin Laden, boy, I'll bomb ya state I ain't come to stay, I got a post bar and a date Two million in the bag, ain't one to brag You
finally see All you have to do is just ask for anything you want It's yours, you get right to the point, if love is what you really need Don't be shy, just say, "Boy
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy Living in a box Under the stairs In the corner of the basement In the house half a block down the street from
a special gift with a message And I don't want you to forget Where God has brought you from You has been singing ever since you was a little boy By listening
Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself outta this one Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog And began wid a rage and the guage
a little bit of L-O-V-E? Can you spend a little bit of dough on me? Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E? Boy, if you wanna make it good You gotta give a
I'm with it/ I'll give anything for past sinnin' and take it back/ A hustlin' little nigga with cash, but now we grind a little bit harder, harder/ My
i could think of was our last fight i was going to play it on piano have the drums come in real bold but i couldn't think of anything good to say so
im fly in the sky , outer space our satellites wanna take a, a little ride on your rocket yeah yeah your rocket. hit it for the milky way your big surprise
