Well I’m not dumb but I can’t understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
I wish I was a girlie
Just like my dear Mama.
I’ll always love my mama , she’s my favorite girl. I’ll always love my mama, she brought me in this world.
Papa was a rolling stone, (my son)
Where ever he laid his hat was his home
and when he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a rodeo - Mama was a rock’n’roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas - Love was a trucker’s hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I’m running behind
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer’s shunned you might as well be walkin’ on the sun
So don’t delay act now supplies are running out, allow if you’re still alive, six to eight years to arrive, and if you follow there may be a tomorrow, but if the offers shunned you might as well be walking on the sun.
Hey you beat me to that Smash Mouth song by a minute! Weird!
Sex is natural, sex is fun, sex is best when it’s one on one.
[being ninja’d is the pits…trust me, I know!]
In play:
Give me, give me wild west, give me, give me safe sex
Give me love, give me love, give me time to live it up
More like an hour and two minutes.
Continuing…
Check out Mr. Businessman
He bought some wild, wild life
On the way to the stock exchange
He got some wild, wild life
She says, “Hey, babe,
Take a walk on the wild side.”
Said, “Hey, honey,
Take a walk on the wild side.”
Wild boys never lose it
Wild boys never chose this way
Wild boys never close your eyes
Wild boys always shine
Sick-boy, he carries a switchblade knife,
Sick-boy, likes to get into fights.
Sick-boy, he’ll go drinkin’
With the boys all night long.
A couple of the sounds that I really like
Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike
I’m a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass
Since you’ve abandoned me
My whole life has crashed
Won’t you pick the pieces up
'cause it feels just like I’m walking on broken glass
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love’s gone behind
Bésame, bésame mucho
Como si fuera esta noche la última vez
Bésame, bésame mucho
Que tengo miedo a tenerte y perderte otra vez
Cuanto la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta
Cuanto la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta, la gusta