Verse 1: She's so damn fine Not superstitious but she knows her sign She knows champagne but were sipping wine She's drinking for a better way to cross
Spending my time on a girl I know And she keeps me clean A first-rate whore knocking at my door Yeah I miss pristine A French maid, get paid, touch the
The girls I used to chase round Were nothing but looks Never cared bout the news I follow Or my favorite books Then I met you And you showed me
There are a lot of lonely people who will sleep in the city tonight, tonight. and even lining up outside the club for a love that is right, is right
Oh no, I never been to L.A. I never hung around with so many nuts And ?ye said that there?d be drunk and hot girls But I?m not tryin to mess with no
In my room When no one?s home I want you here Marissa Rome You?re so fresh You?re fresh to death But you?ve turned your tricks Made such a mess And
Well I?ve been fooled And I?ve fooled around No sense to lie About where I?m bound But once it?s light And we?re home Won?t be no time to burn Burn
Somebody call my baby Somebody call her up real quick I think I need my fix Always around to please me Always around to take control I never feel alone
Out on the street, he's a big star wearin' khakis We love his style, he's so tasteful, so classy He still loves you, Cause he's above you He'll
Well baby I been lookin for a little Time to unwind for a minute And I spent my day tryin to get my lay And I need some relaxin So I call And I write
You fell away What more can I say? The feeling's evolve I won't let it out I can't replace Your screaming face Feeling the sickness inside Why won't
[Chester Bennington] Together we made it We made it even though we had our backs Up against the wall [Busta Rhymes] See a nigga survived the worst But
There's no way to find out what's inside you Until you fall into the hole You dug for yourself while you slept here Too young, too selfish, too cold
Everyone wanna get a piece of what I got today Show me cars, tell me all about the stars you used to play You wanna run it all So you can really ball
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(Walter Hirsch / Fred Rose) Do I want you? Oh my! Do I! Honey, deed I do! Do I need you? Oh my! Do I! Honey, deed I do! I'm glad that I'm the one
