Look at you you're young Havin' so much fun Gonna be a star Blah blah blah And click there goes the phone I don't wanna know What my Horoscope's predicting
My, oh, my walkin' by Who's the apple of my eye Why it's my very own Clonie Oh, if I should stroll the 'hood Who knew I could look so good Just talkin
Baby watch your back Baby watch your back I watched you come and go and never noticed Like daily papers, faces, knick-knacks But now I've seen you And
Send a breeze a pitbull's yelp A tender squeeze, a cry for help Make it now and make it fast Such memories can never last I long for the day, music and
Am I sad Not sad enough really Am I mad Not mad enough clearly Am I complacent Completely Lacking in sincerity Yes indeed I am Am I tough Not tough enough
There's a rich boy but he doesn't spend He just drinks his Poland Spring He's a quick boy walkin' 'round the bend Or at home alone reading And he wants
In high school it was cool to say You look funny, you're a retard dummy A retarded dummy, yeah, you suck out of luck You're no Playboy bunny He he, so
When it says goodbye, you don't hear it sigh Does that it mean that it's gone far far away/ Is this your day to buy a paper, draw a mustache? Make the
And when the dawn breaks through the drums start Beating the morning to the farm Your grimace widens and your lips part Sounding the silent alarm And
Oh, waiter bring me my check soon I have a hectic schedule I'm saddened by the news that we won I wonder what I'd say to the bomb Where are you now,
Jimmy you know my love is true Oh Davie, oh, you know I love only you And Mitchie, oh, you give meaning to every day Nathan, hold on, I got something
Deliver the paper deliver the porn Deliver the baker deliver the morn A quiverin' jibberin' shiverin' mass Of sunshine and good times that I have to
If you would sit oh so close to me That would be nice like it's supposed to be If you don't I'll slit your throat So won't you please be nice? If you
I wanna get married Yes, I need a spouse I want a nice leave it to beaverish Golden retriever And a little white house I wanna get married I need to
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line The weather's cool, the folks are fine I'm in bed each night at nine P.S. I love you Yesterday we had some rain But all
Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't apologize so much That it's jive it's a crutch I just used when I'm judged Bein' fudged by a face I can't erase and
I wake up, I am bored To my pictures I implore Should I go or stay What should I be today Make a leap, go to sleep Should I cry or should I weep Where
My cat died and I quickly poured myself some gin Did she die from old age or was it for my sins? God I loved her oh so much, miss her little kitty touch
