She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the Lilly-white cavity crazes She's got a carburetor tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages
If you ask me what streets I'm from You'd probably laugh at me You'd expect me to tell you tales Of friends I'd made ran into trouble with And all those
out the ring how he love that, Yung wid a attitude, watch how ya talk to me, Keep playin' Freddy boi, I'll leak on ya Elm Street, Trouble is what you
Fiyero: The trouble with schools is They always try to teach the wrong lesson Believe me, I've been kicked out Of enough of them to know They want you
'sync Why even bother, we'll all be gone by next week Trouble, we like it like that Trouble, we like it like that Trouble, we like it like that Trouble
forgive me while I rock this broad Tormented I've been lovin' coochie since it was Invented Ask me does it get me, yes it does Feels lovely Pink or
of three little pigs And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white Thought everything he did was right, the pigology of self Pink
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, sha, doo, be, doo Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, sha, doo Guess I got in trouble too, nothing left for me to do I guess I forgot to play it
broke my nail on your coffin lid Trying to get to the beauty within Oh yeah, you're gonna be mine Digging a grave while wearing a skirt Asking for trouble
You say you love me, baby, well, this ain?t no lost and found I?ve got just one deal to make, then I?ll be trouble bound They say that you?re a doll,
easy as I let you go Gonna tell you how much I love you Though you think you already know I remember I thought you looked like an angel Wrapped in pink
blow how it does I'll never know and it never crossed my mind red wine - can't you see I'm feelin' fine smokin' with a friend of mine leavin' our troubles
shovel in hand because I'm a seaweed shovelling man Green weed, red weed, still alive and dead weed lying in a pile on the shore Brown weed, pink
Hot Pink rock 'n' roll, come on Caught the green line down at Bleeker and Broad And now it's dropping down to thirty below I can't feel my toes but baby
button up a blue shirt as the tempo of the song slows down) It's not outside out It's not inside out But still I got some trouble here That I have
And we shake out the water, that's how we get our kicks Then we open up the frame and slap it on the tray First I had a little trouble, but, it turned
in As a second personality Just yesterday Wanda said "Without a doubt I'm moving out I'm moving into the city Getting fake titties Gonna look pretty with a pink