What you want, baby, I got.. What you need, you know I got it.. All I askin' is for a little respect. when you come home, baby.. When you come home,. Respect..
I can see the red, white and free in you. You light the night up like the moon. And underneath your clouds, I see the blue. . You're hopeless 'cause you tell the truth.
This bipolar love affair. It just ain't where it's at for me anymore. So don't let the door hit you when you leave. You throw me in the fire just to save my life.
Since then I never feel helpless, recess, this mess if you do. And I find that even time well spent gets bent if you need it to. And we do. Well by now I've showed you how much I believe in the here and now and I wish that you knew.
When it rains it pours and opens doors. That flood the floors we thought would always. Keep us safe and dry. . And in the midst of sailing ships. We sink our lips into the ones we love.
I remember when every other day was bad. You were my brother, so tall was all you had. Sireno was dead but we had you instead. Now I remember our precious petting zoo.
I just opened up my eyes. And let the world come climbing in. It's all better now, things are gonna work somehow. If I just sleep another hour. Tried to reach you at your mom's.
Well this is just between us. but between us let's get high. . In pictures I have seen her. and to see her is truly fine. . She's on fire She's on fire.
Ten pounds too much to the naked eye. I don't take the bus because she drives. Watermelon lipstick, and way too much. She got buttermilk smile and a thorny touch.
For reasons I don't know I treated you so cold. I wish I had those times again. Cause something that you said keeps ringing in my head. Someday you're gonna wanna come back and you're gonna wanna treat me fine.
They call her Mississippi. But she don't flow to me. Spends her light on the Bayou. But she don't come to see. . She's the one that makes my dreams. They call her Mississippi but she don't flow to me..
She doesn't own a dress. Her hair is always a mess. You catch her stealin' she won't confess. She's beautiful. . Smokes a pack a day, but wait, that's me, but anyway.
Well I guess this is where I left my life. And all its operations. And I know that I will never get this twice. With all negotiations. . This feels like the place between what is and might have been.
Tried to write a letter. To tell you how I feel. But all I kept on writing. Was slipping on the tears from the day. When I was young and brave. Now all these hotel lobbies are filled with what's to me.
well there ain't much entertainment. in a town this size and all. so i got myself up, dressed for this arraignment. cause i don't think i'm ready for the fall.
This ain't about the things I've done. Where I've been or what I won. Stand on your corner a thousand time. Lose what I got keep what I find. It's about you.
Sweet dreams from Texaco. And I know your mind is on its way to Mexico. Sweet Jesus is on his way. To take you on his way down. . You get your fill of what you like.
I can hear you downstairs crying on the phone. Telling someone that I'm here but you still feel all alone. Maybe we were too young, goodbye, I've gotta go.
Sleepless nights and endless days. And all I do is promise to change my ways. Leave the lights on, you know I'll pretend you're on your way. You used to say that there's a time we all deserve to lose our minds.
I hopelessly, helplessly, wonder why,. Everything had changed, around me, mhmm. I'd tell it to your face, but you lost your face along the way,. Can I say it on the phone, if I thought you were alone,.