son. Oh my love. Nothing?s gonna stop us now except the long long lonely. Nothing?s gonna stop us now, not the long long lonely. Oh My love (Thanks to Emily
click boom boom. Boom Boom, Fantastic? Back to my humble story little one get her wish little one get her wish. Played it just like a knock on the chin well
about the light and the sound around it. Fair thee well and the requiem mix I got a feather bed and a couple of tricks, for those I left behind (Thanks to Emily
failed. Though I?ll admit it, I railed. Yeah, there were days, throwin up my hands like a woman on plane, comin down, screamin down, runnin like rain (Thanks to Emily
Em Wells, a story she cleverly tells, hillbillies vs. the business of Beverly Hills. Another concept we all must ponder, absence of genre makes the art grow fonder (Thanks to Emily
your soul blood running out like a funeral I've seen the look of your eyes, How can I soothe? blood running out like a fountain of youth (Thanks to Emily
we could lose our grip. So mercy, mercy, tell the whole world your wide story. Mercy mercy, here?s another allegory. Mercy mercy, Lord Lord have mercy (Thanks to Emily
to sleep at night I got a love so righteous? So righteous and innocent I got a love like a joy ride And the stereo, just might carry you? home (Thanks to Emily
girl to go running around I got what I need I?m not the kind of girl to go giving in out I save my lovin? for you? for you (Thanks to Emily for these
high I was in love, with my window at twilight I was love with the sound of it all I was in love, with not knowing, anything at all (Thanks to Emily
I got a car it?s made of tin nobody knows what shape it?s in but I?d like to take you for a ride when we go, well I?ll drive real slow when the wizzes
all on them We?ll take a body count in the morning We?ll blame it all on religion We?ll take a body count in the morning (Thanks to Emily for these lyrics
of laughs below If you ever lose your way well I?ll meet you in the corner of the supermarket and carry home I?ll carry you home (Thanks to Emily for
seed in a baby, it?s gonna grow grow grow Plant a little seed in a baby girl, it?s sure to grow, it?s sure to grow Well you plant a little seed in me
Fresh with exhaustion down in warm grass. With the birds callin out, I drifted in visions. While in the backroom of the blue shuttered house The old men
Well you had it all along Some days you still don?t know you got it Singing songs to the middle of the bottle a little drunk, not nearly drunk enough
When the heat stroke hits our city; Cryin through the corridor. And the desert falls down all upon us; No one here cares if God is - Our sanely ways
I landed on my feet, thanks to beats. Free, I landed on my feet, thanks to [Florence]. But here is something you were not told, (?) cannot be pigeon-holed. Divineness and Wells
