Neighbor called my landlord, she said that she was pissed Up all night, makin' noise and she can't get no rest She said we was runnin' a flop house full
Lately I've been thinkin' about the past About the good times And have they all come and gone? And are there more years behind, than ahead? Then I'll
Life imitates the game of chess You can be the rook or the pawn But if you have the strategy that's best You can be the king or in this case the don
Today you sat up half asleep and stared Into this cluttered empty apartment and died What the, where the, how the, why the hell? You can watch your step
Why don't you condone it? Why don't you set me free? I don't think you own it 'Cause it belongs to me And if I ever want to take it back You try to lie
{Alright, Houston, you're all got} I wanna try your shoes on And wear 'em for a day Learn to walk like you do And say what I see I talk like I knew somethin
I don't love you but I want to Just give me something I can hold on to Come on baby and speed your lust to me Here's my number on a cocktail napkin Think
It ain't no joke I'd like to buy the world a toke And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
She's fifteen and she's leaving home Living on the streets where she don't feel alone Daddy's always gone and Mommy's on the sauce Living in a mansion
Just when I thought everything would be ok Just when I started to believe that everything was going my way Out came the cloud from under my feet Crashing
Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? I seen ya, I seen ya I seen ya 'round for a long,
Your friends keep tellin' me I bear a strikin' resemblance to Someone you used to know But baby it's me So why the hell you keep on callin' me? (Flo)
I don't love you but I want to Just give me something that I cant hold on to Come on baby and speed your lust to me Here's my number on a cocktail napkin
Today you sat up half asleep and stared Into this cluttered empty apartment and died What the where the how the why the hell You can watch your step
Your friends keep telling me I bear a striking resemblance to someone you used to know But baby's it's me So why the hell do you keep calling me "Flo
Neighbor called my landlord She said that she was pissed Up all night making noise And she cant get no rest She said we was running a flop house Full
Lately I've been thinkin' about the past About the good times And have they all come and gone And are there more years behind than ahead Then I say to
She's 15 and she's leaving home Living on the streets where she don't feel alone Daddy's always gone and mommy's on the sauce Living in a mansion it'
