Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby. . Dog will hunt, I'm the front-end loader, travoltin' over. So try my slam on for size. Drive stick with that Kung-Fu grip, let the banana split.
Flipping through a magazine curlers in her hair. Waiting for her nails to dry in the beauty parlor chair. Soon she's turning thirty something discontent with life.
Along the edges, colors blur it seems familiar. While you read your magazine. I was counting all the markers. And California seemed to draw you like a siren.
Up the morning, up, up the morning. . Up the morning, up, up the morning. Up the morning, up, up the morning. Up the morning, up, up the morning. Up the morning, up, up the morning.
B5, the next generation, worldwide, corner boys. Bad boys, baby, as we MC's, yeah give u what u need. Empire strikes back, c'mon man, lil' shortys. . It's the way that you touch me.
I'm a Warrior. I'm a Warrior. I would die for you. For you. My love is fierce. I'm a Warrior. I would die for you. For you. . Yeah . . .. . I'm a Warrior.
Like a band of gypsies we go rolling down the highway. I've come a long way riding with my friends. They stand beside me when the world's not going my way.
Sometimes clouds, sometimes waterfalls. Life can be unpredictable. Sometimes, "Hello", sometimes, "See ya 'round". My heart spins like a merry-go-round.
It's been so long, I can't hold on. All this suffering I've done. I can't escape, cause inside I'm breaking. Inside I'm breaking up. I've been used, and it's all I can do.