been seeing you for quite a while And I needa confess express what you do to me I need to tell you About the way you?ve changed my life So many beautiful
emptiness I've roamed Searching for a home The stars, a brief string of shining charms Rushing in right out of our arms Into the drifting dark This life, this life
distance to search for the mystics Finder of lost souls, teacher of apostles, the mind's so colossal A beautiful mind A beautiful mind, a beautiful
Down, start digging down your throat Another string of lies is born You must exemplify perfection Bronzing a broken life of shit You filthy liar Septic
little girl Mama's little girl Here's a little story about a girl I know And this is how the story goes Never fitting in that was the life she chose
crazy girl, yo hips, yo thigh is crazy girl (Push upon me girl) Show me ya G-String, show me ya G-String Show me ya G-String, show me ya G-String It'
been searching my mind A little pearl of wisdom for the later years When the thread of this life starts to unwind I never had to fight for my love
to thee this is my oath innocence kneels down towards the temptating night futility of wisdom enthrones the bereavement of my life the quest for my equinoctial
for A house with an elevator, a spa on the third floor I still love you, but never in my life will I touch you You disgust me, your beautiful face became
Long past the age of maturity Someday he knew it would set him free Like it did for Floyd the chimpanzee Oh, Fee, you're trying to live a life That's
is better than just doin' real things Beautiful chicks and flicks who like to lick things Colorful chicks with hips who like to grip things Sneak you in the backdoor, Give you what chu' asked for
The strings of life are cut, my soul starts to drift away Into another world our souls will unify A lifetime of pain is forgotten A life long I wanted
that all life says Has room to live and breathe and have its being - and more For such a scene of beauty For such a scene of beauty encompasses See
I've got a condition for which there is no cure I'm in a position that everyone prays for Got a sound in my head that could wake up the dead Like the
I sit with a nasty network intervenes plan with a stable diet of my cable pirate yo, the doctor is in, the doctor is on born the bastard son of static
in a rock 'n' roll band bump into the man with the masterplan Face to face Mr. Bassman pays for his ways and the better he plays E-string, A-string, D-string
Don: Tell me, did your father demonstrate any affection for you? Phyllis: I've been watching you on the screen for four weeks . . . Finally, my monster . . . Is it real? Is
1, 2, 3 Check this out, listen to me, listen Life is tricky I'm picky baby, but I just spotted you Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of