Crash Street Kidds - Lyrics - Mott The Hoople

Title: Crash Street Kidds
Artist: Mott The Hoople
Composer(s): I Hunter

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Lyric:
See my thoughts and then see my scars
See my clothes, I dress to kill
See my blood and see my gun

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(You?ll get done, you?ll get done, you?ll get done)

Heed my faults and heed my curse
Heed my frustration, you just don?t know
A new town nothing, send for the hearse

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun)

Pull down the wires, set you on fire
I?m getting too tired to resist
We?ll torture your flats
You keep us like rats

Then you tell ?em we?re brats
And the press twist our fist
Get me out of this mess

Hear me swear, hear every word
I ain?t just a number, I wanna be heard
A TV announcer he talks to the scum

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Prick your thumb, prick your thumb, prick your thumb)

I ain?t been solved, I?m uninvolved
I?ve been annulled and I can?t seem to prove it
And you?re so pure, you know the cures
Just keep us poor, the juvenile delinquent bit

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(One?s your son, one?s your son, one?s your son)

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better hide, better hide, better hide)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Take a ride, take a ride, take a ride)

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(You?re too late, you?re too late, you?re too late)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Where?s your mates? Where?s your mates? Where?s your mates? )

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(You?re exposed, you?re exposed, you?re exposed)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Now you?re closed, now you?re closed, now you?re closed)

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead)
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead

Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead

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Unit - Beg For Mercy - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Beg For Mercy
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): D Brown, C Jackson, R Smith, D Prosper, M Clervoix, C Lloyd

Lyric:
Yeah
G-G, G-G, G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm gettin' yo ass

Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
You don't wanna bang wit the best
I'll have doc removin' fragments from your chest
They say, "God's a forgivin' man", I hope He forgives
Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid
They say fifty done blew up, fifty you changed
Nigga you stunt, I pull out
And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar
I think he's flyin' eight outta eight on movin' targets
You run, you still dyin' check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

There once was some niggas that tried to murda me
I hit 'em up, put 'em in' plastic surgery
This four five has made a lot of guys apologize
(Yeah)
The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies
Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard
A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart
I just play my part, and while you shootin' up cars
I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar
Let's get it poppin''

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

I'm tired of you niggas with your may be beef
We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth
(Ah huh)
I'm in and out the night clubs, A D D
(Right)
Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
(Right)
(Yeah)
These niggas tellin' out the blue
So you hang 'em off the bridge
At least they'll have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the bell or hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school
(Ah)
You can tell I came a long way in' my sense, home grown
(Ah huh)
That's why them little niggas in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I don't even freestyle for free
I gave 'em a break, flew over seas
(Right)
But it's kinda hard to get homie sick when there's blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole
(Yeah)

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

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Behind Enemy Lines - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: Behind Enemy Lines
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): L Alford, A Mair, V Williams, C Gavin

Lyric:
Yo, little Khadejah pops is locked, he wanna pop the lock
But prison ain't nothin' but a private stock
And she be dreamin' 'bout his date of release, she hate the police
But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her
Her father's a political prisoner, free Fred
Son of a Panther that the government shot dead

Back in 12-4-1969, 4 o'clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine
'Cuz Fred Hampton Jr., looks just like him
Walks just like him, talks just like him
And it might be frightenin', the feds and the snitches
See him organize the gang, brothers and sisters

So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go
18 years because the 5-0 said so
They said he set a fire to a Arab store
But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor

Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youth never escape the jail fate
Super maximum camps will advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man locked up

(Hello?)
Collect call from Ness
(Where are you?)
Yo shit is crazy boo, I miss you
(Have you been alright?)
Yo, can you put some money in my commisary?

Little Kenny been smokin' Lucy since he was 12
Now he 25 locked up wit a L
They call him triple K, 'cuz he killed 3 niggas
Another ghetto child got turned into a killa

His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin
Used like a pawn by these white North Americans
Mama couldn't handle the stress so went crazy
Grandmama had to raise the baby

Just a young boy, born to a life of poverty
Hustlin', robbery, whatever brung the paper home
Carried the chrome like a blind man hold a cane
Tattoos all over his chest so you could know his name

But y'all know how the game go
Deez kicked in the front door and guess who they came for
A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been, shoulda been
Never see the hood again

Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youth never escape the jail fate
Super maximum camps will advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man locked up

Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youth never escape the jail fate
Super maximum camps will advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man locked up

Cuando yo llamo, como tú no me quieres escuchar
No he visto mis hijos, mi mujer, no me mandan retratos
No tengo dinero, estoy aquí jodío en la cárcel metío

You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prison
Look how we livin'
30,000 niggas a day, up in the bing, standin' routine
They put is in a box just like our life on the block
Behind enemy lines

You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prison
Look how we livin'
30,000 niggas a day, up in the bing, standin' routine
They put is in a box just like our life on the block
Behind enemy lines

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Boyz N Tha Hood (G-Mix) - Lyrics - Eazy E

Title: Boyz N Tha Hood (G-Mix)
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson, Henrik Rasmussen, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Yeah, gangsta Dresta steps in this muthafucka
And this one goes out tah all the O.G.s out there
And I can't forget about the baby gangstaz, what's up, niggaz?
My nigga, they came back with some of that old school original
West coast shit, nigga that got all of y'all in this dig
In the first place, yeah, so run that shit E, yeah

Cruising down tha street in my '64
Jacking tha freaks, clocking tha dough
Went to tha park tah get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there come shooting some hoop

A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rolling Kilo G
He rolled down his window and he started to say
It's all about making that GTA

'Cuz tha boyz n tha hood are always hard
Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya cord
Knowing nuthing in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

(Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta)
(Wrong nigga tah fuck wit)
(Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta)
(Wrong nigga tah fuck wit)

Dotomy's in tha place tah give me the pace
He said my man JD is on free-base
Tha boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car trying tah steal a Alpine

I chase him up tha street tah call a truce
Tha silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know, I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead, L.A. Times front page

'Cuz tha boyz n tha hood are always hard
Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya cord
Knowing nuthing in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

(Punk, punk muthafuckaz, like it ain't no thang)
(Punk, punk muthafuckaz, like it ain't no thang)

Bored as fuck and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboyz chill
Niggaz out there making that dolla
I pulled up in my '64 Impala

They greet me wit a 40 and I start drinking
And from tha 8-ball, my breath start stinking
Enough tah get my girl tah rock that body
Before I left, I hit tha Bacardi

I went to her house tah get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe said something that made me mad
She said something that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed tha stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave

She started talking shit, what did ya know?
Reached back like a pimp, slapped tha hoe
Her father jumped up and he started tah shout
So I bombed on Pops, knocked his old ass out

'Cuz tha boyz n tha hood are always hard
Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya cord
Knowing nuthing in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

(And if a brotha talks shit, I give him a)
(And if a brotha talks shit, I give him a)
(And if a brotha talks shit, I give him a)

Now I'm rolling hard, now under control
Them wrapped tha '64 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh, brother"
Thrown in the gutter and go buy another

Walking home and I see tha G-ride
Now Kat is driving Kilo on tha side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
A undercovered cop in a dark green Nova

Now Kat got beat for resisting arrest
He socked tha pig in tha head for ripping his Guess
Now he is caught for doing tha crime
For defense on tha boy, he'll do some time

'Cuz tha boyz n tha hood are always hard
Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya cord
Knowing nuthing in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

(I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck)
(I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck)
(I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck)
(I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck)

I went tah get them out but there was no bail
My niggaz caused a riot in tha county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo G on trial, straight caught a fought

"Instruct him out tha court", said the judge
On a six year sentence, my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over tah turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin

He yelled out fire, then came Susie
Tha bitch came in wit a submachine Uzi
Police shot tha girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

'Cuz tha boyz n tha hood are always hard
Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya cord
Knowing nuthing in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

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Ghost Train - Lyrics - Marc Cohn

Title: Ghost Train
Artist: Marc Cohn
Composer(s): Marc Cohn

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Lyric:
Everybody talks about some fateful day
I guess that this was mine
I may be here to tell some kind of story
But I think it's gonna take a little time, that's all right

See I'm rocking in a cradle
Down the hall somewhere and I am lost inside a dream
Maybe I am falling, maybe I am flying
But I know if I am crying she is holding me

And then the sky broke up
And then the rain came down
And it washed away everything on the ground
Wash it away, wash it away, wash it away

Now baby's got that bottle
Filled with lightning and rain
He keeps calling out for someone
But she's riding on a train, riding on the ghost train

And she keeps on riding
She's gonna keep on riding
Mama keep on riding
Keep on riding

Some trains they leave in the morning
Some leave in the afternoon
Some trains they leave here right on time
And some they just leave too soon, way too soon

But I'm gonna keep on

Baby's got that bottle
Filled with lightning and rain
He keeps calling out for someone
But she's riding on a train, riding on the ghost train

Yeah, she keeps on riding
(And then the sky broke up)
(And then the rain came down)
(And it washed away everything on the ground)

She keeps on riding, she just keeps on riding
(Wash it away, wash it away, wash it away)
Keep on riding

Baby's got that bottle
Filled with lightning and rain
He keeps calling out for someone
But she's riding on a train, riding on the ghost train

Riding on the ghost train
(Wash it away, wash it away)
Riding on the ghost train, riding on the ghost train
Riding on the ghost train

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Crazy Man Michael - Lyrics - Fairport Convention

Title: Crazy Man Michael
Artist: Fairport Convention
Composer(s): David Swarbrick, Richard Thompson

Lyric:
Within the fire and out upon the sea
Crazy Man Michael was walking
He met with a raven with eyes black as coals
And shortly they were a-talking

?Your future, your future?, I would tell to you
Your future, you often have asked me
?Your true love will die by your own right hand
And Crazy Man Michael will cursed be?

Michael he ranted and Michael he raved
And beat at the four winds with his fists, oh
He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore
For his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss, oh

You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate
You speak for the devil that haunts me
For is she not the fairest in all the broad land?
Your sorcerer's words are to taunt me

He took out his dagger of fire and of steel
And struck down the raven through the heart, oh
The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin
And the cold earth did wonder and start, oh

Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead
That here'd lie on the ground, oh?
I see but my true love with a wound so red
Her lover's heart it did pound, oh

Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks
And talks to the night and the day, oh
But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear
And he longs to be far away, oh

Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes
And asks the wild woods their pardon
For his true love is flown into every flower grown
And he must be keeper of the garden

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Do Re Mi - Lyrics - Dusty Springfield

Title: Do Re Mi
Artist: Dusty Springfield
Composer(s): Earl King

Lyric:
Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
This little creature was a-passing me
He got a whole lot of rhythm when he walks
And I can hear music, baby, when he talks

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
Forget about the dough and think about me, oh yeah

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
I wonder who can this creature be?
He ain't no picture as I can see
But I don't care he looks so good to me

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
Forget about the dough and think about me

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
I'd like to love you, yeah, yes sirree
It may sound crazy but it's a fact
Hey, tell me, baby, baby, how you gonna act?

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
Forget about the dough and think about me, oh yeah

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
Let's get together and make whoopee
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
Cupid's shootin' arrows straight by me

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
Forget about the dough and think about me
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
The cat's in the cupboard and you can't catch me

A, B, C, D, E, F, G
Forget about the dough and think about me
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
Cupid's shootin' arrows straight by me, oh, yes

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Eazy Duz It - Lyrics - Eternal E - Eazy E

Title: Eazy Duz It
Album: Eternal E
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): Bernard Worrell, William Earl Collins, George Jr Clinton, Abrim Tilmon, Lorenzo Patterson, Eric Wright, Andre R Young

Lyric:
He was once a thug from around the way, Eazy
But you should, bitch, shut the fuck up
Get the fuck outta here, yo, Trey
Wassup? Gimme a funky ass bassline

What the fuck is up in the place to be?
Comin' on the mic is Eazy muthafuckin' E
Trey is on the beat, Yellow's on the cut
So listen up close, while we rip shit up

Well, I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group comin' out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas, cold knockin' the boots

'Cause I'm a hip hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore
Gettin' stupid because I know how
An' if a sucker talks shit, I give him a

8 ball sippin', the bitches are flippin'
Slow down, I hit a dippin', continue my trippin'
Hittin' my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that I make so I can add to my riches

Fill my stash box an' start rubbin' my gat
Feelin' good as hell because my pockets are fat
A hardcore villian, cold roamin' the streets
An' wit a homie like Dre just supplyin' the beats

Because I'm a gansta havin' fun
Never leave the pad without packin' a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it

I was knockin' muthafukas out
What's your name boy? Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick that shit
Where you from fool? Compton, yea

Rollin' through the hood, cold tearin' shit up
Stick my head out the window an' I say, ?What's up??
To the niggaz on the corner cold bumpin' the box
But you know that's an alibi for slangin' the rocks

A dice game started so I said, ?What the fuck??
So I put my shit in park an' had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my bitch jockin' 24 7
Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11

Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
Was takin' niggaz money an' was itchin' for mo'
Laughin' in their faces an' said you're all makin' me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold slapped my bitch

He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, ?Homeboy, you better think fast?
He shot, then I shot
As you can see, I cold broke his ass

Because I'm a gansta havin' fun
Never leave the pad without packin' a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it

Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it?
Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it, but how does he do it?
Eazy duz it do it eazy, that's what I'm doin'
Stop, man, whatcha gonna do now?

Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box, from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker muthafucka
He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker

He used to have a house car an' golden rings
But the cooky, cooky crack took all those things
He must of been starvin' 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigga on the street an' straight took his ass out

Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea, I went to jail, but that wasn't shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Called my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine

The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the gankin' zone
All the things I did for her like keepin' her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch

Well by now you should know it was just my luck
The bailiff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
I looked him straight in the eye an' said, ?What's up??
An' said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up

Now back on the streets an' my records are clean
I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine
Went to the house an' kicked down the door
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho

Because I'm a gansta havin' fun
Never leave the pad without packin' a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it

From around the way, born in '73
Hardcore B boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obsolete
A nigga wit a serious ass attitude an' 100% street

An' if you all wanna hear some more
In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
Word to the muthafuka

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Graveyard Chamber - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Graveyard Chamber
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): Robert Jr Diggs, James Dockery, David Collins, Arnold Hamilton, Anthony Berkeley, Paul Huston, Walter Reed

Lyric:
Danger, danger, danger danger
The graveyard chamber
Danger, danger, danger, danger, danger, danger
The graveyard chamber

Danger, danger, danger, danger
Enter the graveyard chamber
Danger, danger stranger is major
Enter the graveyard chamber

Ah, here a moan the night is dark and feel fear
You're lost, cold and confused but I'm in prayers
Afraid of a beast that stalked the earth
You're bringing the Jesus, it cross don't work

I seen your type before you read all the laws
But you're scared to go to war
Timid and frail why faith got ya geese
Ya stolen the truth and that all your beliefs

Are you aware son
It's nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
Grymreap comes with my dangerous tongue
I'm outta control like yo kids with guns

Words that stored in a murderous thoughts
My profile as nasty as maggots in pork
I'm dark and damp, enough to rush amps
With the jaws of a flat bull or rusty can

Danger, danger, danger, danger
Danger, danger, danger, danger
It's the graveyard chamber

I be the bush wick dutch master rapper
I love black women and I hate fuckin' crackers, check me yo
My breath stink 'cause I smoke skunk punk
Everyday of the month in a dutch master fuckin' blunt

Bust the cliche
Niggas talkin' he say, she say about me
Ya bitch ass niggas, y'all not ass, y'all titty, y'all style is shitty
How dare you try to represent New York fuckin' city?

I been down since B V D's and Dew Rags, shell tops and shags
I'm the little bad ass with regular and tre bags
Always tryin' to get shit I never had
'Cause times is bad like luck that's why I don't give a fuck

I dig up my nose and my butt
On the bus or the train
This is for niggas walkin' in the rain
Listenin' to they Walkman
Talkin the New York fuckin' slang

Danger, danger, danger, danger
Danger, danger, danger, danger
It's the graveyard chamber

In the streets of New York bullshit walk, green talks
I be the giant on the top of your beanstalk
Waving down your flags, jagged grab niggas with bloody rags
Holdin' fat bags takin' heavy drags then I add more shells to the mags

Shots goin' off you gettin' caught like tag
The diamond crystal I be rippin' up your flesh tissue
To have my pit bull lockin' on your bone gristle

Castin' shadows in every battle
I rabble words like scrabble
Drag your brain through the gravel
At the speed of sound of rhyme travel

Allow me to dabble with a flow that's infallible
Maintain your order as words I slaughter
I destroyed a whole city like Soddom and Gomorrah
Or Babylon I'm runnin' shit like a marathon
Niggas frontin' don' with a set like Frank Avalon

Shabazz is here to cause panic
Another fuckin' madman born to the planet
Sendin' niggas to the pearly gates
I'm psyched out, I've got screws loose like Norman Bates

Shoot shit up like it's a gallery
Blowin' snakes heads off to earn me a salary
Devils choke from the gun smoke
Once I'm provoked I shove a fifth long down ya throat

And let ya taste the steel
Another body unidentified shit from the pot is spilled
Ya punk ass'll get out traumaed
I'm swellin' devils' melons for my man Farak' Muhammed

Get a crew and try to surround me
And one by one I'll light y'all up and send ya asses to king's county
Solo pro-morgue supplier, ya want a nigga bang
Fuck Spenser, 'bazz for hire

Make room the masculine gatekeeper
Kicks suspense in a terrified forms that keep you warm
You're tensed up niggas get wrenched up on a rock
Mix a whiplash bodies are gettin' smashed

So let the volcano blow and erupt destruction drift off
Niggas are gettin' flipped on
Yeah comin' after ya, huh I only got half a ya
Other part froze in Alaska while define the feast a high beam

Ghost of a drug fiend I'm physical dreams
I breathe steam thoughts are plutonic
The chronic scripture angles and riptures I get ya
Yo, I smash like a comet punish tha drain ya

Danger, danger, danger, danger

I stalk the face like a leopard, the microphone shepherd
Is speakin' parables one and two, catch it
The brain counselor, track fertilizer the murdalizer
You never heard a wiser

I open heads like the archives
Allow me to explain my brain in the dark side
I strike ya beam and watch it gleam
I'm solar steadfast, patient like Noah

The rap psycho be the enlightener
Prey upon the weak, the strong I'm the sniper
And light that ass like gasoline
I dig through your chest like a jar of vasoline

I leave your brain regurgitating plancid until your rhymes are exasperated
I clip up a niggas thoughts with a pool of zodiac signs
And I slowly attack the mind the killa priest will bend your ideas
I see you cry in fear there's no surviving here

Danger, danger, danger, danger, danger, danger
It's the graveyard chamber
Danger, danger, danger, danger, danger, danger, danger danger
It's the graveyard chamber
Danger, danger, danger, danger

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Hand To Mouth - Lyrics - Faith - George Michael

Title: Hand To Mouth
Album: Faith
Artist: George Michael
Composer(s): George Michael R Phillips

Lyric:
Jimmy Got Nothing made himself a name
With a gun that he polished for a rainy day
A smile and a quote from a vigilante movie
Our boy Jimmy just blew them all away

He said it made him crazy
Twenty-five years living hand to mouth
Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth

Sweet little baby on a big white doorstep
She needs her mother but her mother is dead
Just another hooker that the lucky can forget
Just another hooker, it happens everyday

She loved her little baby
But she couldn't bear to see her living hand to mouth
Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth

I believe in the gods of America
I believe in the land of the free
But no one told me
That the gods believe in nothing

So with empty hands I pray
And from day to hopeless day
They still don't see me

Everybody talks about the new generation
Jump on the wagon or they'll leave you behind
But no one gave a thought to the rest of the nation
Like to help you buddy but I haven't got the time

Somebody shouted, "Save me"
But everybody started living hand to mouth
Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth

There's a big white lady on a big white doorstep
She asked her daddy and her daddy said, "Yes"
Has to give a little for the dollars that we get
Has to give a little, they say it's for the best

Somebody shouted, "Maybe"
But they kept on living from hand to mouth
Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth

So she ran to the arms of America
And she kissed the powers that be
And someone told me
That the Gods believe in nothing

So with empty hands I pray
And I tell myself one day
They just might see me
They just might see me

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Ladykillers - Lyrics - Lush

Title: Ladykillers
Artist: Lush
Composer(s): Miki Berenyi

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Lyric:
Here we go, I'm hanging out in Camden
Drinking with my girlfriends on a Saturday night
This guy says, "Come and meet my girlfriend"
She's sitting in the corner looking rather uptight

So I say, "Hello" and I try to be nice
But I see he's feeling itchy
Trying to play us off each other
"Girls, girls, please don't fight"
You get the picture

Hey you, the muscles and the long hair
Telling me that women are superior to men
Most guys just don't appreciate this
You just try convincing me you're better than them

So he talks for hours about his sensitive soul
And his favorite subject is sex
I don't even think he even wanted it
But, Christ this guy's too much
I wanna tell him

I'm as human as the next girl, I like a bit of flattery
But I don't need your practiced lines, your school of charm mentality so
Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more
When it comes to men like you, I know the score, I've heard it all before

Here comes the next one
Blondie was with me for a summer
He flirted like a maniac but I wouldn't bite
I'm weak and he was so persistent
He only had to have me 'cause I put up a fight

Oh God, the boy had such an ego
He liked to talk about himself all day and all night
You think you're such a ladykiller
But you were nothing special 'til you turned out the light

When he's nice to me he's just nice to himself
And he's watching his reflection
I'm a five foot mirror for adoring himself
Here's seven years bad luck
I wanna tell him

When you say you love me you're just flattering your vanity
But I don't need your practiced lines your
Your school of charm mentality so
Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more
When it comes to men like you, I know the score, I've heard it all before

Ooh, you're such a ladykiller, always on a winner
Thinking that you're in there
Oh boy, you're such a ladykiller, super sexy mister
Call it what you will, oh
You'll think you're such a ladykiller, I just bet you're still there
Posing in the mirror
Hey girls, he's such a lady killer, but we know where he's coming from
And we know the score

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Made You Look (Remix) - Lyrics - Nas

Title: Made You Look (Remix)
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Jeremiah Lordan, Nasir Jones, Salaam Remi Gibbs

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Lyric:
Bravehearts, bravehearts
Bravehearts, bravehearts
Bravehearts, bravehearts
Bravehearts

Now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step with
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't five O, y'all know it's Nas yo

Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin' for wifey

Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the Coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive through the city no doubt
But don't say my car's topless say the titties is out

Newness here's the anthem put your hand up that you shoot with
Count your loot with, push the pool stick in your new crib
Same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid

King'a the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and your men's at
Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop like we bringing 88 back

They shootin' aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

They shootin' aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?

This ain't rappin', this is street-hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
My live niggas lit up the reefer
Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper

Don't start none, won't be none no reason for your mans to panic
You don't wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland up

Let the music diffuse all the tention
Baller convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers'ca move swift
Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept

All my just-comin' homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phony
Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty

They shootin' aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

They shootin' aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?

Bravehearts, bravehearts
Bravehearts, bravehearts

I see niggaz runnin', yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk asses

Like pun said, "You not even En Mi Clasa"
Make backspins, back seat, TV plasma
Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do

Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thorough bred is, show me love
Lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest

And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
I'm a lead ya at last, this a don you wit'
My nines'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness

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Money Talks - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Money Talks
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Jacques Brel, Kim Jones, Tim Mosley, Andrea Martin, Ivan Matias, Rod Mckuen

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Lyric:
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)

Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for heavyweight's
Not them playa haters, knahmsayin?
'Cause in the Commission
You ask for permission to hit em, uh

My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake
Introduced me to this heavy weighter, called himself Drake
First mistake, Jesus piece was fake
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I ain't fuckin' with him

Number one rule, always keep your cool, even though you ain't a fool
And you see right through the nigga, how he figure?
If he holdin' less than six
He gonna get the seven digits or visit, numbers in my Wizard?

Duke ain't even worth the space
Glass shoes and igloos put him dead in his place
Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?
I got 20/20 vision, funny money vision
(Uh, uh, uh)

No dough, no show, dodo, that's a no-no
Just some famous words from the late Frank White
I blink right, if your bank tight
Duke wanted me to work for him, even flirt for him

Wear a short skirt for him, he don't know
I'ma end up hurtin' him at the end of the day
Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my fault
If money talk and bullshit walk, round one

I'm in love wit' ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way

I'm in love wit' ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way

Know de money and the lovin' is my style
Me a forget it tonight

Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh
The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue
Invited his man and some bitch named Kendall
Tried to style on 'em, shoes with the crocodile on 'em

But the nigga still was corny, he bore me
His preference was more sorta like soccer
Me, I do operas with the Mali and the vodka
Out in Cali gettin' proper and I, betcha fifty

My whole committee stay shitty ask Smitty with the Desert E's
One glance at the Benz-y make ya freeze
Please, I got a mil on these, whatchu talkin'?
I hate this nigga in the worst way

And I didn't wanna be here in the first place
But uh, It's just vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, I'ma go along with the plan
Tryin' hard not to throw him off

And I know he soft, when I cough, it's to cover up a lie
And the lie keep me full of empathy
So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' still pamper me
I see, this nigga ain't about nuttin', 'cause he keep frontin'
He must be up to somethin', round 'em up, here I come, uh

I'm in love wit' ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way

As the evening winds down, I'm making sure
that my Milli got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
I picked the place, Umberto's of course it's
Italian where they confiscate, burners in they office

Metamorphism anywhere, any year, who dare
They the mob and they don't care and I swear
While I'm contemplatin' thinkin about later
Here come the waiter with the phone in the tray, anyways

"Is there a Queen in the house?"
How could he say this out his mouth?
I'm the only black chick with diamonds this thick
Hopin' it's my nigga Blake C.
'Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you

Check it, let me school you
Remember when I said those niggaz robbed Leo
Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo
They was creole, used to be a tight trio
Till one fled with the dough, what's his name?
(Rio)

I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover
Played they hoes in tight clothes like they was no other
Dumbin' like the Jungle Brothers, till they caught me for my gems
All I'm sayin' is what he did to me, do it to him, is you straight?

You late, duct tape and cable rope
Once I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uh
(Oh oh)

Na, na, na, na,
(Oh, oh)
Whookie, whookie, whooooo
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na
(Oh, oh)
Wha
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na
(Oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, money talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, money talks)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Wha uh, na, na, na, na
(Uh, gotta get that money man, money talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, money talks)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, money talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Wha uh, na, na, na, na
(Uh, gotta get that money man, money talks)

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Jumpin Jumpin (Remix) - Lyrics - Destiny'S Child

Title: Jumpin Jumpin (Remix)
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Jovonn Alexander, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Rufus Moore, Chad James Elliott

Lyric:
Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Boys say you got a girl? Yes true you got a man
But the party ain't gonna stop so lets make it hot hot!

Last week and you stayed at home alone and lonely
Couldn't find yo man he was chillin' with his homies
This week and your goin' out if he
Try to stop you your goin' off

You got ya hair done and ya nails done too
And your outfit and your fittin' the shoes
Who parlayin' at the hottest spot tonight
You're gonna find the brothas rollin' in the lexus, trucks and hummers

Boys say you got a girl? Yes true you got a man
But the party ain't gonna stop so lets make it hot hot!

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Boys say you got a girl? Yes true you got a man
But the party ain't gonna stop so lets make it hot hot!

Call your boys 'cause tonight you're not gonna stay at home
So tell your girl she ain't coming tonight you're goin' solo
Cut her off 'cause she talks the noise you know you've
Got the right to get your party on so get your hair cut

And your car washed too, lookin' like a star, your Armani suit
You need to look your best 'cause you're turnin' heads tonight
You're gonna find a sexy chica thats gonna dance all night if you wanna

Boys say you got a girl? Yes true you got a man
But the party ain't gonna stop so lets make it hot hot!

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Sexy women do your dance fly ladies work yo man
All them fellas time to clown we can get down now

Bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce twirk it twirk it
Shake baby shake shake shake work it work it
Twist baby twist twist twist you better dip that thang

Bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce twirk it twirk it
Shake baby shake shake shake work it work it
Twist baby twist twist twist you better dip that thang

Sexy women do your dance fly ladies work yo man
All them fellas time to clown we can get down now

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

I'm thinking about my man tonight
I'm worried about my girl

All you ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Those who say my name

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Pidgin English - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Pidgin English
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
There's a young girl with her old man
Who's too sick to mention
She'll be turning twenty-seven
As she draws her widow's pension

But he couldn't catch a common cold
He couldn't get arrested
Too terrified to answer back
Too tired to have resisted

Many hands make light work
Shorthand makes life easy
When he's out on night work
Make sure no one sees me

It all ends up in a slanging match
With body talk and bruises
A change is better than a rest
Silly beggars can't be choosers

One of a thousand pities you can't categorize
There are ten commandments of love
When will you realize?

There are ten commandments of love
I believe, I trust, I promise
I wish love's just a throwaway kiss
In this Pidgin English

If you're so wise
Use your lips and your eyes
Take it to the bridge she sighs

You go cheep, cheep, cheep
Between bull's-eyes and bluster
Stiff as your poker face
Keener than mustard

From your own back yard
To the land of exotica
From the truth society
To neurotic erotica

Silence is golden
Money talks diamonds and ermine
There's a word in Spanish
Italian and German

In sign language, morse code
Semaphore and gibberish
Have you forgotten how to say it
In your Pidgin English?

One of a thousand pities you can't categorize
There are ten commandments of love
When will you realize?

There are ten commandments of love
I believe, I trust, I promise
I wish love's just a throwaway kiss
In this Pidgin English

One of a thousand pities you can't categorize
There are ten commandments of love
When will you realize?

PS I love you
PS I love you
PS I love you

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Prom Queen - Lyrics - Tunnel Of Love - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Prom Queen
Album: Tunnel Of Love
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Won't you be my prom queen?
(Another morning)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time

Won't you be my prom queen?
(It's time for my senior prom)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time

Another morning, I must get up and go to school
I'm taking too long gettin' dressed, tryin' to look my best
Because today is not your ordinary every morning
My high school prom is coming and I heed my daddy's warnings

I'm going to find myself a girl to take to the prom
I shouldn't have too much trouble because I'm
I'm very nice, my mother says, I'm very handsome
When I wear my good vest and mother knows best

I got to school, I straggle through the hallways
I stop and gaze at all the girls just like always
But this time, I must now approach them
Or my daddy might get mad and break my wrist again

And so I choose her, her hair, it matches with her face
She is so lovely, my heart and pulse begin to race
I make my way between her friends and to her presence
Hello, Christine, would you be my prom queen?
(I'd rather die, I'd rather die, I'd rather die)

There was a time when I could except a no
That was before, Christine is gonna have to go
My parents will be proud of me when I bring her home
So now I sit and watch her practice in the gym dome

Christine is famous, she has so many different friends
Will they miss her when she's dead or will they just pretend
Nobody talks to me, I only talk to I
And I been telling myself all day, she's gotta die

Good morning, everybody
This is Principal Rogers and I would just like to congratulate
Our Senior class
And wish them a great time at tonight's prom dance

Won't you be my prom queen?
(I can be your prom king)
Won't you be my prom queen?
(I can be your prom king)

Won't you be my prom queen?
(I can be your prom king)
Won't you be my prom queen?
(I can be your prom king)
Everybody has a real good time

It was really fuckin' easy, I'm a human hater
I took a towel from the locker room to suffocate her
I had to throw away her gym bag and all her folders
And when it got dark, I carried her home on my shoulders

My daddy was asleep, when I snuck her in the back
I thought about my situation and it's kind of whack
It sounds cheap, but we're having prom in my cellar
But she's dead, I guess, I'll never have to tell her

I took the bottles up to Meijer's, four dollars worth
I took the 17 dollars that was in her purse
I bought balloons, and streamers, and stuff to munch
I had a dollar left, I bought a Faygo punch

I hung the streamers and balloons on my basement wall
I banged my head a couple times, I'm just too fuckin' tall
I would have took her to the school like a normal man
But I had to kill her first they'd never understand

I put a record on and then I picked her up to dance
I pray she cannot feel the woody growing in my pants
I know my daddy would be proud of all that I've done
Instead of burning me, he'll probably come and hug his son

I think about it as I dance slowly to the beat
The more I think about it, tears are rolling down my cheek
I hope that I showed Christine a night like no other
Cause after all, that's how my daddy did my mother

Our Seniors deserve a night to celebrate with friends
And celebrate all their great work
Prom night is your very own special night
And everybody always remember their high school prom

Won't you be my prom queen?
(I can be your prom king)
Won't you be my prom queen?
(I can be your prom king)

Won't you be my prom queen?
(I can be your prom king)
Won't you be my prom queen?
(I can be your prom king)
Everybody has a real good time

Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time

Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time

Everybody has a real good time

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Romeo & Juliett - Lyrics - Dire Straits

Title: Romeo & Juliett
Artist: Dire Straits
Composer(s): M Knopfler

Lyric:
A love struck Romeo, sings a streetsus serenade
Layin' everybody low, with a lovesong that he made
Find the streetlight, steps out of the shade
Says something like, "You and me, babe, how about it?"

Juliet says, "Hey it's Romeo, you nearly give me a heart attack"
He's underneath the window
She's singing, "Hey, la, my boyfriend's back
You shouldn't come around here, singing up at people like that
Anyway what you gonna do about it?"

"Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start
And I bet, and you exploded in my heart
And I forget, I forget, the movie song
When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet"

Come up on different streets, they both were streets of shame
Both dirty, both mean, yes and the dream was just the same
"And I dreamed your dream for you, and now your dream is real
How can you look at me as if I was just another one your deals?"

"When you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold
You can fall for pretty strangers, and the promises they hold
You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin, yea
And you just say, "Oh Romeo, yea, you know I used to have a scene with him""

"Juliet, when we made love, you used to cry
You said, "I love you like, the stars above, I'll love you till I die"
There's a place, for us, you know the movie song
When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet"

"I can't do the talks, like they talk on TV
And I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be
I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you
I can't do anything except be in love with you"

"And all I do is miss you, and the way we used to be
All I do is keep the beat, bad company
All I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme
Juliet, I'd do the stars with, any time"

"Oh Juliet, when we made love, you used to cry
You said, "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die"
There's a place, for us, you know the movie song
When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet"

And a lovestruck Romeo, sings a streetsus serenade
Layin' everybody low, with a lovesong that he made
Find a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade
Says something like, "You and me, babe, how about it?
You and me, babe, how about it?"

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Fixing Her Hair - Lyrics - Imperfectly - Ani Difranco

Title: Fixing Her Hair
Album: Imperfectly
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Ani Difranco

Lyric:
She's looking in the mirror
She's fixing her hair
And I touch my head to feel
What isn't there

She's humming a melody
We learned in grade school
She's so happy
And I think this is not cool

'Cause I know the guy
She's been talking about
I have met him before and I think
What is this beautiful, beautiful woman settling for?

She bends her breath when she talks to him
I can see her features begin to blur
As she pours herself
Into the mold he made for her

And for everything he does
She has a way to rationalize
She tells me he don't mean what he do
She tells me he called to apologize

And he says he loves her
He says he's changing
And he can keep her warm
And so she sits there like America

Suffering through slow reform
But she'll never get back the time
And the years sneak by one by one
She is still playing the martyr
I am still praying for revolution

And she still doesn't have what she deserves
But she wakes up smiling every day
She never really expected more
That's just not the way we are raised

And I say to her, "You know
There's plenty of really great men out there"
But she doesn't hear me she's looking in the mirror
She's fixing her hair

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