You're mine baby You're my favorite waste of time Mine baby You're my favorite waste of time. Here I am I am playing Daydreaming fool agam. My favorite
You got killer eyes and an ice-cream tongue We got things to do while we're still young And so come along, come along, come along I'll come too You got
Exciting were her eyes and refreshing was her smile So loving was her attitude, she maintained all the while She reaped in her softness which created
Oh, this is my favorite cage It grows up around me like silver strands Of briar and roses, wisdom and rage To cradle my heart like a bird in your hand
I pulled the ex last night And it felt weird to feel her up again Knickers down and bra cast As if the past had not passed And she bought the drinks
I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one where my grandmother died I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one between the river
The first time we met Is a favorite memory of mine They say time changes all it pertains to But your memory is stronger than time I guess, everything
I am a star. Hal Hartley movie. I read my lines, straight faced in the mirror. You are my camera. Slouched over coffee, I'm faking artsy. We're playing
On my relative blank memory All photographs leave scars Of your insect inspiration In the ice forms on my windows My memories here are conjured up Still
Why don?t you take that train All the way back to Boston? ?Cause you took our love And tore it up one too many times Believed your alibis and I compromised
In Corsica the engines blew Your favorite writer died In a car, in a crash Died in a fire, imagine that In a car, in a crash Die in a fire, imagine that
Once in life you meet someone who gives to you The reason for that life and what some love can do So now I'm armed for trouble times with all I need For
Yeah.. yeah.. aight?Motherfuckers! Bitch-ass niggaz, faggots Come through nigga... YO! [Havoc] I creep on the tippy-toe, surprisin the enemy And
My favourite buildings are all falling down Seems like I dwell in a different town But why should I bother with painting them brown When they'll all be
My world is firmly compressed Into the pocket of your front breast We pass over cities and towns Collapsed in hopes that people find amusement Amongst
What's wrong wit yo shady ass Wakin me up early in the mornin still yawnin Don't you know a nigga half sleep So why the hell you keep on pagin me
Fear the dreams, desires The terror Know what darkness we nourish The wickedness Born out of long lost legends We are collectors of the dead This slowly
Merely the sound of your voice Made me believe that that you were her Just like the river disturbs ...my inner peace Once I believed I could find Just
