 Friends         | Here to play wordy....maybe make some new friends. Would be nice to chat with someone with common interests.....good sense of humor...easy going!!!  megustaguitar: By the time you hear the siren It's already too late One goes to the morgue and the other to jail One guy's wasted and the other's a waste megustaguitar: Why you always kick me when I'm high Knock me down till we see eye to eye Figured her out and while she May not be Miss Right she'll do right now megustaguitar: Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite Looking forward to a little afternoon delight Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite And the thought of lovin' you is getting so exciting megustaguitar: How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at Who thinks it's wrong ''cause I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at Well if you do, that's OPP and you're not down with it But if you don't, here's your membership megustaguitar: And so I wake in the morning And I step outside And I take a deep breath and I get real high And I scream from the top of my lungs What's going on? megustaguitar: Tell me do you think it'd be all right If I could just crash here tonight You can see I'm in no shape for driving And anyway I've got no place to go megustaguitar: Coldest winter for me No sun is shining anymore The only thing I feel is pain Caused by absence of you Suspense is controlling my mind I cannot find the way out of here megustaguitar: And I want you We can bring it on the floor You've never danced like this before We don't talk about it Dancin' on do the boogie all night long Stoned in paradise, shouldn't talk about it megustaguitar: "Now Rex he was a Texan out of New Orleans and he travelled with the carnival shows. He ran bumper cars, sucked cheap cigars and he candied up his nose. He got wind of the big brown beaver So he thought he'd take himself a peek, but the beaver was quick and he grabbed him by the kiwis, and he ain't pissed for a week. megustaguitar: We're not bad people We're not dirty, we're not mean We love everybody but we do as we please When the weather's fine We go fishin' or go swimmin' in the sea We're always happy Life's for livin' yeah, that's our philosophy megustaguitar: And you may ask yourself Am I right? Am I wrong? And you may say yourself "My God! What have I done?" megustaguitar: The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in Engines stop running, the wheat is growin' thin A nuclear era, but I have no fear 'Cause London is drowning, and I, I live by the river megustaguitar: I've never seen you look like this without a reason Another promise fallen through Another season passes by you megustaguitar: Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul megustaguitar: Together we could break this trap We'll run 'til we drop, baby, we'll never go back Oh, will you walk with me out on the wire? 'Cause, baby, I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta know how it feels I want to know if love is wild Babe, I want to know if love is real megustaguitar: You know I'm born to lose, and gambling's for fools But that's the way I like it baby I don't wanna live for ever megustaguitar: Daylight licked me into shape I must have been asleep for days And moving lips to breathe her name I opened up my eyes megustaguitar: Kill the headlights And put it in neutral Stock car flaming with a loser And the cruise control megustaguitar: I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered megustaguitar: This is a love attack, I know, went out but it's back It's just like any fad, it retracts before impact And just like fashion, it's a passion for the with it and hip If you got the goods, they'll come and buy it just to stay in the clique megustaguitar: Stop your fooling around (ah-ah-ah) Time you straighten right out (ah-ah-ah) Better think of your future (ah-ah-ah) Else you'll wind up in jail (ah-ah-ah) megustaguitar: Hey there, Delilah I've got so much left to say If every simple song I wrote to you Would take your breath away I'd write it all Even more in love with me you'd fall We'd have it all |
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet