We are the children who grew too fast. We are the dust of a future past. We raise our voices in the night crying to heaven. . And will our voices be heard or will they break like the wind?.
You been bad, don't do what I say. You don't listen, you never obey. I try to teach you, but you just won't be good. . You won't behave the way a big girl should.
The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin. That's what I said. The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand. Or so I have read. . My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo.
The bigger the cushion. The sweeter the pushin'. The looser the waist band. The deeper the quicksand. . My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo. I'd love to sink him with my pink torpedo.