I’ll wait here You’re crazy Those vicious streets are filled with strays You should’ve never gone to Hollywood They find you Two-time you Say you’re the best they’ve ever seen You should’ve never trusted Hollywood I wrote you And told you You were the biggest fish out here You should’ve
Come on, come on, turn the radio on It’s Friday night and I won’t be long Gotta do my hair, I put my make up on It’s Friday night and I won’t be long Til I hit the dance floor Hit the dance floor I got all I need
You’ve Got A Way With Me Somehow You Got Me To Believe In Everything That I Could Be I Gotta Say–you Really Got A Way You’ve Got A Way It Seems You Gave Me Faith To Find My Dreams You’ll Never Know Just What That Means Can’t You See… You
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, God Bless The Child Who Suffers Hallelujah, Hallelujah, God Bless The Young Without Mothers This Child Is Homeless, That Child’s On Crack One Plays With A Gun, While The Other Takes A Bullet In His Back This Boy’s A Beggar, That Girl Sells Her Soul They Both Work
World Long Gone Sometimes! I said sometimes!I go crazy! Like I’m crazy!It takes patience! Lots of patience!Then it’s over, fucking over!I look at the sky, faded,I read, the starsMaybe I don’t know,How many people are starving,In this world long gone.Sometimes! I said sometimes!I go crazy! Like I’m crazy!It takes patience!
I’m Having Me A Party, I Don’t Think I Can Come This Ain’t Just Any Kind Of Party, I Think I’ll Stay At Home It’s Gonna Be Really, Really Hot, It’s Starting To Sound Good I’m Gonna Put You On The Spot, Baby, Maybe I Should They’ll Be Lots Of
Thought you’d relate every will. Perish it; your chocolate soul. Help us wrong, deny your past. I’ve got pictures on my mind I’ve got pictures on my mind I’ve got pictures on my mind I’ve got pictures on my mind! (Babababaa) Circumvent your Tiki doll, When in fights, their on