I was not looking for artsy fartsy love I wanted someone to love completely Someone more than weekly I was looking for a decent boy For a tender glance
Easy living, killed the young dudes, in the high boots. Teenage, in the pace age, that's when love burns, now it's your turn. Fascination Fascination
Ah-a-i-ah Ah-a-a-a-a-ah Ah-a-i-ah A-a-a-a-a woo woo Ah-a-i-ah Ah-a-a-a-a-ah Ah-a-i-ah A-a-a-a-a woo woo Sci-fic stars on the postcard skies
Oh yeah, you look at me, When my baby is taking my hand and we're walking and talking, And my parents, They don't want to see me, My friends say I'm
It was when I was stealing Glances from you, It was when I was feeling, You stole from me too. Our glances stray and intwine, I take your hand and you
n the jungle There?s lion and monkey and elephant I go there sometimes Into the foreign land And in the jungle I meet some men who teach me what they
I would sink, I would go down down down, Bleak like a brig with a leak, But on this sea, You reach out for me, You take me up, You take me up. Baby
I'm just waiting for the hands to take me till tonight, Round three passing, five more rounds to go. The hours are stretching like the sheets on the
Oh, when I said I need you so much I was dead, I was alive when you were right here by my side, We both could see that I needed you, you needed me, And
Easy living, killed the young dudes, in the high boots Teenage, in the pace age, that's when love burns, now it's your turn. Fascination Fascination
This stream is rough, rough, Tough luck. Hang on, and try, try to keep your head above. Go put Your rubber boots on, Your rubber boots on, Stand up
You've made a hole in my heart You've made a hole in my heart You've made a hole in my heart You've made a hole in my heart And they can say what they
Sat here watching, mind numbing, over priced and underpaid moving billboards A carrier bag, this is not, transport by air from the sweatshop And if
A is for armpit, acne and alchemy, Au naturel and alcohol, albatross and atrophy, Athlete's foot and anchovy, asthma and autopsy B is for bombshell,
(Jesse and Ella Jesse Hooper) You find yourself in the bathroom cupboard Prescriptions don't matter anymore Squeezing into your blue jeans baby Gonna
homeboys seem to call her nasty (man) [Chorus:] These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches These are my bitches, my Alphabet
"A" Awesome absolutely amazing Girl you are so astounding "B" More beautiful. Banging body and such a brilliant mind "C" Can't stop craving contact the
I won't sing your Algebra I won't sing your Alphabet I won't sing Anything I won't sing Hilarious As I hum I hum Aha Aha
