three times hope we throw a seven And you can tell the man she's keeping her eyes So she can see you coming all you dirty rotten guys She's never thrown
chair Won't even try it Wouldn't even dare You come walking down With a mouthful of sand We better cut it out Cause it's out of hand And it's loud out
It got all black in the bottom of my glass I looked up and there was Bridgette Fontaine I've got poison in my head, I've got chocolate and bread And
lost in a dream I'm looking for a rainbow to fly over To a place where angels draw their bows It's danger heaven knows To wager My x's and o's That we
Please take me out of here So we can have a ball I've been tied up My face against the wall Who's got trouble We've got trouble Go ahead make mine a
more time Day after day I've lost my appetite so nonetheless It fits like a glove now My little black mess Who's to say if we'll know When it's time
Someday You want me like I want you But I'd be gone With somebody new Someday You will cry the way I did You ??? But tears can be heared You walk the
I wore the dress that you liked almost everyday Boxed up all my baby dolls and gave them away I wrote your name on the wall next to my bed Any day that
eyes Hide and seek, yellow ducky Feeling weak or feeling lucky son Who's got milk, the baby's crying Shut 'em up, get 'em flying Little kiddies bought and sold And papa's got
oh oh Now it's a pool That's what we're paid for That's what we're paid for That's what we're paid for here That's what we're paid for That's what we
the ball You showed them all Well now I know You take everything Your car, your cash Your shoes, your flash You so and so Well now I know And I even think it's
eyes Hide and seek, yellow ducky Feeling weak or feeling lucky, son Who's got milk? The baby's crying Shut 'em up, get 'em flying Little kiddies bought and sold And papa's got
Now it's a pool That's what they're paid for That's what they're paid for That's what they're paid for here That's what they're paid for That's what
Won't even try it. wouldn't even dare You come walkin' down, with a mouthful of sand We better cut it out, 'cause it's out of hand And it's loud out
There's angels in the sitting room The wind gets here at seven Take the bread and baby shoes Send them back to heaven And you can tell the boss She's
ball You showed them all Well now I know you take everything Your car, your cash, your shoes, your flash You so and so, well now I know And I even think it's
Someday You'll want me like I want you But I'll be gone With somebody new Someday You will cry the way I did You'll hang your head But tears can't be
