Lyric | Song |
'Do you like to boogie woogie? Do you like my dancing?' | |
'Can't you see I'm a fool in so many ways?' | |
'Say it ain't so. I will not go. Turn the lights off. Carry me home.' | |
'Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?' | |
'If I go crazy, then will you still call me Superman?' | |
'You better get some better beats and, uh, get some better rhymes.' | |
'Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans ...' | |
'Fill our Christmas socks with whiskey drinks and chocolate bars.' | |
'She fell in love in East L.A. to the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah, played by Carlos Santana.' | |
'She had dumps like a truck truck truck. Thighs like what what what.' | |
'Is this the feeling I need to walk with?' | |
'I could hide out under there. I just made you say 'underwear.'' | |
'Caught up in the touch, the slow and steady rush.' | |
'I wish you'd open up cause I wanna take the walls down with u.' | |
'Those black eyed peas, they tasted all right to me.' | |
| Lyric | Song |
'My world crumbles when you are not near.' | |
'They say if you love something let it go. If it comes back it's yours.' | |
'You're in the mud, in the maze of her imagination.' | |
'I wrote a song for you, and all the things you do.' | |
'I feel the reason as it's leaving me. No, not again.' | |
'You actin' kinda shady. Ain't callin me baby.' | |
'First born unicorn. Hardcore soft porn.' | |
'I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics.' | |
'I close my eyes, begin to pray. Then tears of joy stream down my face.' | |
'I always thought I'd be a mom. Sometimes I wish for a mistake.' | |
'It might sound crazy, but it ain't no lie, baby.' | |
'She turned my life into a living hell in those little tops and tight capris.' | |
'Like Frankie said, I did it my way. I just wanna live while I'm alive.' | |
'I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs.' | |
'Spit and retrieve 'cause I give and receive because I wanna.' | |
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