my list I?m what dreams are made of I?m what dreams are made of I?m too much I?m everything you want I?m your fantasy I?m what dreams are made of You
off my list I?m what dreams are made of I?m what dreams are made of I?m too much I?m everything you want I?m your fantasy I?m what dreams are made of
for extra measure- I admit it was a pleasure- I said, "Sorry, I'm still not mollified." And I laid little spell on them- You, too, son- That your family
I'm done with it I've let you fill my head with this shit all because I'm living my dreams and i never was taught to quit i always swung back, i never
cool I'm wired and I'm tired And I'm grinnin' like a fool I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch And I've
Blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on
the apparition curtailed by the night her hands on the bars on the gates overlooking the thoroughfare in golden hair she cries she cries it?s this and that to prove I'm
light the apparition curtailed by the night her hands on the bars on the gates overlooking the thoroughfare in golden hair she cries she cries it?s this and that to prove I'm
