be your monkey, I'm not gonna be your fool I'm not gonna stand round waiting While you're out there trying to be cool At the bitter end. Well you listed
Превод: Pretty Things. Bitter End.
, everyday on a dead end street is where I spend my time The dust has been collecting on the corners of my mind But I've shed my tears in bitter drops
All she wants from you is a good time lover Pretty litle boy for a week or two Gonna break your heart and it wont recover Leaving you all bitter and
Pep Like Oakley from the Knicks, yes, I'm havin' a ball You think because you're leaving that I'm gonna take a fall? It was small thing, it was really
past And forgive ourselves for moving way too fast If we continue not to let it go Pretty soon we're at a dead end road With hearts made of bitter stone
my right to do such To all my single mothers strugglin' Life bitters to the thugs out hustlin', here me To all who walked the long road and met the end
't like people or butterflies she doesn't like the way they sensationalize the premature way they want to end their lives depressive emotions as a disguise for their exterior that's pretty
' seemed to matter I didn't care But she had it planned in the back of her head That she only knew And she played it out, until the bitter end Oh no,
the downroad road Crawling towareds the bitter end Things are going fine now, but your luck could change You could find yourself the victim of someone's unholy rage So put your pretty
memory as I think back The things we used to do and how we used to act With love and trust passion and plussed Because a pride never kept things inside
eyes Let the people see your pretty face And try not to say anything weird Save your questions without answers 'Til your old enough to know That things
] And more... [BOOTH] Tell'em, boy! Tell them how it happened, How the end doesn't mean that it's over, How surrender is not the end! Tell them: Hoe
It seems strange to write about these things now But the time has probably come when we should Accept whatever is past and gone and never will return
, we'd get to stay young forever To begin with they just smiled and stepped around our little fire But remember how pretty soon that all began to change But now bitter
, He carved out the wheel To carry you high, With nail through bone, He laid the first stone That crosses the sky. Stooped to the soil, bitter harvest
But in the end I had to lose Lord above, I've paid my dues Got the Highway 40 blues The highway called when I was young Told me lies of things to come
memory You said she was just a friend Some things are better when they're standing in front of me Some things grow bitter when they're near the end
