The smashed glass it's a mess how'd they find my street I live on and why'd they pick my fucking address? What I had was what I lost it didn't matter
Slick Nick stole the reindeer from the zoo Fell down my chimney with a keg of brew Put my dog out in the cold Ripped off the candy from my socks Smokin
Don't have to humble yourself to me I ain't your judge or your king Baby, you know I ain't no Queen of Sheba We may not even have our dignity This could
A friend of mine she cries at night, and she Calls me on the phone Sees babies everywhere she goes and she Wants one of her own She's waited long enough
She don't need anybody to tell her she's pretty She's heard it every single day of her life He's got to wonder what she sees in him When there's so many
A true love story is hard to find Can't get no rest, got no peace of mind You say you gave your heart to me You put me down you set me free You said
I know it's hard sometimes And things seem larger than they are But if you need to tell someone That's what I'm here for Cry on my shoulder I'll help
There ain't no use in me trying to tell you how I feel 'Cause what I feel ain't what you're feeling I don't know what we did wrong I just know if you
I told you once the day we met I wouldn't be your queen Your little darlin', sweet coquette Just what my routine You've been around enough to know There
Sittin' in front of your house Like rain in early dawn Girl I'm workin' on a love letter I got my radio on Got my eye on your window pane And I smoked
Hey, shut up, don't lie to me You think I'm blind but I've got eyes to see Hey, mister, how do you do? Oh, pardon me, I thought I knew you Would you
Don't want no secret agent Don't need no long Cadillac I don't want nobody with no problems I don't need a man with a monkey on his back I want a real
So now there's somebody new These dreams I've been dreaming have all fallen through You say I'll be fine, it only takes time Someday that may be true
It reeks of the games you play You're buffered safe in your yuppie ways Airhead cvictim of the concrete maze You're nothing, you're nothing You're nothing
Wrong track, wrong line First train to run on time Bad blood, bad news Long rope, got nothing to lose Mad bull seeing red Coming at me, happy when I'm
Move his way, nice and slow Paint it all black, let the humorous glow He feels like sacher-masoch and the fire below Is licking at his lips Cracks the
The rhyme I pick up, trick up, and like hiccup (Hiccup) This is a good place for a stickup So throw your hands in the air and say, "Hell yeah" I can
Oh, Nick please not so quick You know I want it big I wanna feel like in heaven Just like in heaven Oh, Nickie not so quick You know that makes me sick