*Pretty women Fascinating Sippin coffee Dancing, pretty women Pretty women Are a wonder, pretty women Sitting in the window or Standing on the
I see it all through my window it seems, Never failing, like millions of bees. Pull out the drawer, no time to be won, Only to do, what can be done.
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And I Was thinking About the things you said to me Was it all just a lie anyway? You know that I'll try to be The best that I can be If it's not good
I've got the urge and soul to go I've got the green for my juice-ride spent time in sad machines I've got my kicks on Orleans time the clock went dead
It's not black enough to see where any white is So I'll wait another hour for you and your designer jeans And I remember you as heartless as a freeway
That must be her again She's leaning on my bell That cold psychotic brain The one I know so well So I'm nailed to the floor in the no-option zone There
Lowell george (dialog) Jimmy carl black (dialog) Roy estrada (dialog) Bunk gardner (dialog) Don preston (dialog) Motorhead sherwood (dialog) Ian underwood
The place down the block, the one with no clock Covert rendezvous with you at the usual time I savor the scent of the fish on the grill Life's so spicy
He sits by himself bag lunch in hand wearing all the wrong clothes fashion like Dad watching everyone else thinking what's the difference the difference
JOANNE: Here's to the ladies who lunch-- Everybody laugh. Lounging in their caftans And planning a brunch On their own behalf. Off to the gym, Then
When you got it, you know you got it When it's gone, you know you lost it Nobody ever switched your switch Nobody ever scratches your itch Out of time
Buy, buy, buy, buy, sell, sell, sell, sell. Buy, sell, buy, buy, FTSE's gone up. Let's pop some corks, and fax New York. Let's do lunch .. Talk,
Hello grandma, how do you like it? Lying in the tub through disemboweled Can you remember you always compelled me to eat And if I wasn't hungry you gave
You piss me off, you drive me nuts You drink my beer and you always smoke my butts You owe me money, you owe me big You washed up nothing, you slob, you
I want to throw up, but for now I hold back I can?t express just how I?m feeling, it's true You want to grow up, but there?s a problem with that There
(P. Pentland/Sloan) Burn it down Now we can't have anymore So turn it south We're headed for sunny shores Pick me up in your limousine Take me
Today the weather was so pretty At noon I went out for a stroll I walked and did some window shopping And met someone I used to know The years had been