RHCP lyics

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Never 21 when everyone's a sailor
Close to my skin I'm falling in
You give me that funny feeling in my tummy.
Shade, stay, know But they communicate
All aboard, stitch in time Get yours, got mine
I am just a lousy burn Searching for the unknown crumb
All around the world We could make time
I am a man Cut from the know Rarely do friends Come and then go
Bells around St. Petersburg When I saw you
Hit me come get me I bite but she bit me
There's a port on a western bay And it serves a hundred ships a day
I change the key from C to D You see to me
Getting born in the state of Mississippi Poppa was a copper and my momma was a hippie
How long, how long will I slide Separate my side
There must be something In the way I feel
Hustle Bustle And so much muscle awww
My shadow side, so amplified, Keeps coming back dissatisfied
Can i get your hand to write on
Some come up and some come young Live to love and give good tongue
Bear paws and rascal power Watching us in your garage
Life is my friend Rake it up to take it in Wrap me in your cinnamon
Sometimes I feel Like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel Like my only friend
I should be on my way I really ought not stay
All the creatures on the beaches Making waves in a motion picture
Does it go from east to west, y'all Body free and a body less, y'all
All alone not by myself. Another girl bad for my health
I'm an ocean in your bedroom Make you feel warm
Come to decide that the things that I tried Were in my life just to get high on
I like pleasure spiked with pain
A long, long, long, long time ago Before the wind, before the snow
If I had a clue I'd know exactly what to do
She's the one she's the only one She's got ripped back light
History's so strong. Sing another drinking song the honkytonk will do
Everybody knows we're Hollywood skunks Soulful sexy funky monks
Psychic spies from China Try to steal your mind's elation
I see you in the park You're always wearing Dodger blue
There are no monks in my band. There are no saints in this land
Waking up dead, inside of my head Would never, never do, there is no med
Standing in line to see the show tonight, And there's a light on
Well I got a bad disease, Up from my brain is where I bleed.

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Created Nov 26, 2009ReportNominate
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