So here I am A broken man What I have is held in my hand And what you choose Is what you get What you lose is your regret, your regret So here I am A
Let's take a little trip down where we used to go It's way beyond the strip, a place they call your soul We'll sit down for a while and let the evening
He wakes up cold at half past nine Shakes it off and looks for his shoes Gets to work he's right on time What else could he do? Day goes by, it's off
I live my life just to see you Remember what you said, I believed you I'd never danced so fast, I got tired But now we step so slow in the quiet We got
Who needs a nurse? Who called the hearse? Who took the chance? Who wants to dance? Who'll lift the curse? Swim in a lake Get up and shake Turn up the
No telling how this came to be You ending up here when you didn't agree But now that you're gone when people fall wrong You'll be the one who's missing
I can tell by the way you walk You wanna be alone with him 'Cause you're pacing at an open door You're waiting and you can't come in Why do you make
Ding fries are done ding fries are done ding fries are done ding fries are done I gotta run I gotta run I gotta run I gotta run I work at Burger King
This is what I look like today And I'm trying not to pull out my hair I'm trying hard to grow it but I'm far too shy to show it back there That is probably
It's not worth anything more than this at all I live as I choose or I will not live at all So return to where you've come from Return to where you dwell
the chosen words were spoken the mystery's half-broken the seventh veil enfolds her i lay myself beside her in sweet and sensuous silence i lay myself
Oh you are very strange Sometimes I think you've gone insane Twisted hearts you've gone insane In this giddy world Couldn't you begin to go Where odd
Cookin' you breakfast on a Sunday mornin' I should've seen this comin' Even without warnin' But you look so good there Standin' in my kitchen You want
Yeah, c'mon Yeah, yo It's all about the mur*** and the killi** Bit**** they catch feelings, nigg** mixin' Business with pleasure won't measure, will
Man, I'm hungry Hello? Hello. Welcome to Micky C's Hello, is this thing on? Yes. Welcome to Mickey C's, sir Alright yo check this out. Ye- ye- yes, sir
Got six troubles, on my back Like six little milk teeth, all gone bad Won't move over, won't get gone Won't move over Fried my little brains Fried my
She's a good girl, loves her mama Loves Jesus and America too She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis Loves horses and her boyfriend too It's a long day
Burgers and fries and cherry pies, it was simple and good back then Walking in the sand hand in hand never thinking that it could end Making our love