[Originally by Jimi Hendrix] Foxy, Foxy You know you are a cute little heart breaker Foxy yeah, And you know you are a sweet little lover maker Foxy
No light No people No speak No people No cars No people No food No people Stopped Short Grinding halt Everything's coming to a grinding halt No sound
You wear your smile Like it was going out of fashion Dress to inflame But douse any ideas of passion You carry your love in a trinket Hanging round your
I went into the butchers I said wanted wanted wanted some... Meat Pass me some of that steak over there It looks so... Sweet I lost my heart to a meathook
Each set includes A turntable A nine inch icing bag With six high definition nozzles and adaptor And a fifteen inch inch food decorating bag With three
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eyes And hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow Never comes Deep inside The empty feeling All the night time leaves me Three imaginary boys
10:15 Saturday night And the tap drips Under the strip light And I'm sitting In the kitchen sink And the tap drips Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
The sun rises slowly On another day The eastern sky grows cold Winter in water colours Shades of grey Something Something holds me hypnotized... I
Slowly fading blue The eastern hollows catch The dying sun Night time follows Silent and black Mirror pool mirrors The lonely place Where I meet you
Midnight in the subway She's on her way home She tries hard not to run But she feels she's not alone Echoes of footsteps Follow close behind But she
You know you turn me on Eyes so wide and legs so long But don't try to talk to me I won't listen to your lies You're just an object in my eyes Sophisticated
We sit in the same room Side by side I give you the wrong lines Feed you Look into my eyes We both smile I could kill you Without trying That's accuracy
I paint your nails and brush your hair Until you are so very beautiful I whisper in your ear and on my knees I tell you that you are desirable You don
has never been I lift my hand to wipe your tears Your tears I just can't go on Now my love has gone away Now my imaginary world is fading fast Dreams
eyes and hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow, never comes Deep inside the empty feeling All the nighttime leaves me Three imaginary boys
You wear your smile like it was goin' out of fashion Dress to inflame but douse any ideas of passion You carry your love in a trinket hanging around your
