We'll ask if we can have six in. If not we'll have to have two. Well you're comin' up our end aren't you?. So I'll get one with you. Oh won't he let us have six in?.
We'll ask if we can have six in. If not we'll have to have two. Well you're comin' up our end aren't you?. So I'll get one with you. Oh won't he let us have six in?.
Trudging through the morning. And the tramp with the trampoline under his arm. Shifts past your whiskers. So stark is the charm but the barking alarm.
I was biting the time zone. And we embellish the banks of our bloodstreams. And threw caution to the colourful. Then we fell asleep in the car. Until the bumps woke me up in your grip.
He looks as if he hasn't slept. His hair is purposely unkept. & then he knew his people wept. When you crafted your plan. . The shadows underneath the eyes.
Well I've seen your eyes as they fix on me. What is he doing? What on earth's the plan? Has he got one?. You'd better give me some pointers. Since you are the big rocket launcher and I'm just the shotgun..
Old yellow bricks. Love's a risk. Quite the little Escapologist. Looked so miffed. When you wished. For a thousand places better than this. . You are the fugitive.
Lady, Where's your love gone. I was looking but can't find it anywhere. They always offer when there's. . Loads of love around. But when your short of some.
He sank into their calculations and snorted on the stench,. Of their arithmetic,. Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low,. More trophies than ideas,.
Well this is a good idea,. You wouldn't do it if it wasn't,. You wouldn't do it if it wasn't one.. Well my friend fancies you,. Oh what a way to begin it all,.
If you were there, beware. The serpent soul pinchers. Three hundred and fifty no-thank-you's. And nobody flinches. . Go on, girl, go on. Give us something gruesome.
Under constant correction. A fraud, a fraud. Someone's perception, trying not to bore. Im a cold-hearted kidda. Applaud, applaud. If you're the highest bidder, I'm yours.
Ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh. . You showed me my tomorrow. Beside a box of matches. A welcome threatening stir. . My hopes of being stolen. Might just ring true.
You've never met before. But still she greets you like a long lost rock and roll. She's definitely one of those. But you'll go wherever she goes. . And when my body and my mind.
In the painted faces congregate. In the mating season. The seconds homes. They go alone. . In no rush leave 'em. And there's a fountain. And a scimitar.
Well the morning was complete. And there was tears on the steering wheel, dripping on the seat. Several hours or several weeks. I'd have the to say they're equally as bleak.
"...pinned down by the dark...". . Been fighting with my sheets. And nearly crying in my sleep. Yes, I'm battling that well-taught gripe. The most restraining type.
Get on your dancing shoes. There's one thing on your mind. Hoping they're looking for you. Sure you'll be rummaging' through. . Oh! And the shit, shock, horror.
I heard the truth was built to bend. A mechanism to suspend the guilt. Is what you are requiring still. You've got to dance little liar. . Just like those fibs that pop and fizz.
Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses. With wet white trousers on. And worlds collide as the evening continues. The dignity fucks off. Her brother's gone off to the strippers.