again Hello mystery, don't bother to explain How 'bout maybe it's all been in my head Hey world, I'm tired of this black & blue, black & blue My dear
actions Are impossible to justify They seem adequate To fill up my time But if I could talk to myself Like I was someone else Well then maybe I could
wait hold up maybe they didnt get that there like 11 hundred horses when i swithched that gear then i swerved on em' sorta like i missed that dear
now wait wait hold on, maybe they didn't get that here like 11 hundred horses when I switch that gear swerve on them sorta like I missed that dear press
Since I was a child I've tried to be what I'm not I've lied and I've enjoyed it all my life I lied to my dear mother to my sisters and my brother and
other children All the games they play, he plays so rough Hold it teacher Wait a minute Maybe my hears are clogged or somethin' Maybe I'm not understanding The English language Dear
out I found out that something's wrong There's no phone around here Won't be gone awhile Wait and see before you dial 'Cause I know what you mean Maybe
lonely mind I'm gonna keep drinkin' Until I'm petrified And then maybe these tears Will leave my eyes There's a tear in my beer 'Cause I'm crying' for you dear
Maybe I'm on Rocky Mountain time But I don't know, what's up with you Could fake it out, say hey never mind But someday livin' loose will get to you And
[MARY SUNSHINE] When I was a tiny tot Of maybe two or three I can still remember what My mother said to me... Place rose colored glasses on your nose
[Verse 1] Yea, yea, yea, Dear Mrs. Bill Collector I know ya just doing your job, don't mean to disrespect ya But we've been going through this thang since
Dear Mrs. bill collector I know you just doing your job Don't mean to disrespect ya But we been going through this thing since way back I told you when
on a TA Gave me 6 more months, I'm looking at a year Say he want revenge, I'ma show no fear Don't make me have to earn another tattoo tear Dear God,
. Helens swellin Refreshin fearsome rebellious sellin death to ya eardrums I'm never tellin, diary, just a firey felon Coffins I'm nailin All your frail men on a scale Your deep space maybe
Hello, it?s me again Don?t you know it?s hard to keep a good woman down But then again, maybe that could be fun Sa-Sa-Samantha Fox Ain?t it funny how
Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you Dear God, I see your face in all I do Sometimes it's so hard to believe it But God, I know you have your reasons
What karat is they gold That was yours before you were done in the hole Or that crew from 1629, buy some land Think agriculture, beat that neighborhood Which you claim you love so dear