Hold on little girl. Show me what he's done to you. Stand up little girl. A broken heart can't be that bad. When it's through, it's through. Fate will twist the both of you.
I hear their voices inside my head. . There's no denying it's my private hell as. I lie in bed. I take a look around and see myself. In twenty years will I be them.
She's sinkin' like a dashboard doll, cool, cruel and calculated. Beauty in the back seat, she runs hot, mean too cold. She's wicked with a mean streak, a timebomb tickin' away.
When I'm down on the microphone stand. I give you all the dope lyrics and. ducin' the band to make you understand. How this is planned, I demand. . A microphone to rock the home boys.