I see you skip that cautious lip Now tell me this through that cautious lip You can be bit as I make you it I see you skip that cautious lip A chance
You got ants in your pants I don't understand I don't trust a blink of your eyes You're a viper and love's your keeper You said something profane and
Uh huh, you've got an unnerving face Twitching eyes like Norman Bates You got a cigarette eye on a mirror Farm boy brown gas station sweeper You took
We fell in love down at the pier You were sunbathing, I was around Soon we were sharing a beer We fell in love at the pier I'm no sentimental slob, so
I'm on E, I'm on E, I'm on E Got nothin' to say, I used to have a car of my own I'm on E, I'm on E, I'm on E for England Laid out for maybe a week I'
Flight 45 was last seen alive on the runway Leaving for some fun in the hot tropic sun back next Monday And our friends are at the airport Cousin Bill
Although I'm young, I got a job to do Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe Call it a business trip Got to hide inside my trench coat and be clever
Poet's problem, patron's sin Puts me in the place I'm in Passion's letter, poison pen On these two things I can depend You will write your number, that
Eyes that tell me, baby You don't need no invitation Let me smoke another cigarette Before I make a move I can see me in the morning Losing my direction
Sundown finds him out of town on the overpass His inner self glued to his .22 Dirty metal in the speed of night, lights and broken glass My heart can
I set my hand to writing you It drifted off the page I sold my one vision for a piece of the cake I haven't ate in days For unspoken value, aesthetic
You know he can't be tested He can't be read or found Urban gray takes breath away He wants to push his pedal to the ground And the night's what's right
: Oh Denis doo-be-do I'm in love with you, Denis doo-be-do I'm in love with you, Denis doo-be-do I'm in love with you Denis Denis, oh with your eyes
: Flight 45, last seen alive on the runway Leaving for some fun in the hot tropic sun (back next Monday) <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi
: I set my hand to writing you It drifted off the page I sold my one vision for a piece of the cake I haven't ate in days For unspoken value, aesthetic
: Was it destiny I don't know yet Was it just by chance? Could this be Kismet? Something in my consciousness told me you'd appear Now I'm always touched
: 1 2 3 4 Although I'm young I got a job to do Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe Call it a business trip Got to hide inside my trench coat and
: Eyes that tell me "Baby, you don't need no invitation" Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move I can see me in the morning; losing my direction
