Un, deux, trois Turn it up a little bit Bang, bang, bang Feathers, I'm plucking feathers One by one, by one No more skylarking around my head Your information
I'm on it, get on it The troops are on fire You know I need it, much closer I'm trading just a little more Step on it, electronic The troops are on fire
I don't know why I let go I want to be your friend Flowers grow through my window And I love you again Oh, I love you, oh When you laid me down Into
Can't get the stink off He's been hanging 'round for days Comes like a comet Suckered you but not your friends One day he'll get to you And teach you
I like to wait to see how things turn out If you apply some pressure I like to wait to see how things turn out If you apply some pressure You know that
I've got a pocket full of pretty green I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine I'm gonna put it in the juke box It's gonna play all the records in the hit
Where do we go, nobody knows I've gotta say I'm on my way down God give me style and give me grace God put a smile upon my face Where do we go to draw
He only one I know Has come to take me away The only one I know Is mine when she stitches me The only one I see Has found an aching in me The only one
Time on your side that will never end The most beautiful thing you can ever spend But you work in a shirt with your name tag on it Drifting apart like
Well, sometimes I go out by myself And I look across the water And I think of all the things, what you're doing And in my head I paint a picture 'Cause
Baby, can't you see I'm calling A guy like you Should wear a warning It's dangerous I'm fallin' There's no escape I can't hide I need a hit Baby, give
Stop me, oh oh-oh, stop me Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before Stop me, oh oh-oh, stop me Stop me if you think that you've heard this
[Mark Ronson:] Yeah, I said too much again* Yeah, I pushed too hard again And I wanna start, but when Always lose it in the end Stupid once again You
I take too long to answer telephonesI take too long to type my name and record messagesBut my handwriting is excellentIn fact it's second to none, noneI
I look up on this mountain and marvel it seems so tall so tragically its fragile I'm waiting for it to fall enormous mass it's made of glass instead of
This is The Business Prepare to take witness To the type of ish that we on, we on By the time that you get there We already been there We done packed
(Repeat x4) I run around town, around round the town With the pedal to the me... The pedal to whatever (Verse 1) Shootin' round these tricky bends I hear
Last Night When I was sleeping in the night When I was sleeping well I died When I was sleeping in the night Last Night And then I went to heaven When
