I don't need a support system, lifting me into prop position. What I need is a man of action, I need my attraction to you. Driving me down all those dangerous avenues.
When I was young. I crashed the car. I tried to bend it back into shape. With a rake for a crowbar. . I wasn't dumb. But I was so naive. I saw the signs.
The fire you like so much in me. Is the mark of someone adamantly free. But you can't stop yourself from wanting worse. 'Cause nothing feeds a hunger like a thirst.
Oh my, look at you, the wide-eyed ingenue. See me coming, whisper something. Who are you? Looking through the glass at me. Like you're gonna make it happen.
For a mean baby, well, I like your pants. Born in South Dakota. For a mean baby, well, I like your hips. Born in South Dakota. . I was born in South Dakota.
He's just a hero in a long line of heroes. Looking for something attractive to save. They say he rode in on the back of a pickup. And he won't leave town 'til you remember his name.
The six dick pimp is just doing his job. Making sure that business isn't going under. He's got the studs lined up in their stalls. Put a couple of bills in, you see six minutes of balls.
Louis is probably thirty years old. But he looks like a solid 45. Louis says he's got a headache. I look in his eyes and I believe him. . The big L.K.'s and the gangster disciples.
I know that I don't always realize. How sleazy it is messing with these guys. But somethin' about just being with you. Slapped me right in the face, nearly broke me in two.
I know that it was the night the war broke out. Because you and I were driving around and you were doing a story. About if people understood what had happened to their world.