me in a state of fight Wrong people with wrong faces Have put wrong music on Wrong women with wrong asses Dance on a stupid song Wrong guys with wrong
Wrong people with wrong faces Have put wrong music on Wrong women with wrong asses Dance on a stupid song Wrong guys with wrong ideas Sip from a cocktail glass Wrong
here late at night To pray to him by candle light Then viewing through the past I saw which is believed Still dressed in royal clothes A saint behind the altar
That road is crossed Its down that road A lot of little girls go lost Sugar Sugar Sugar Keep on driving on Until the City of right Becomes the City of wrong
: [Music by: Andy la Rocque] The night is black 7 figures walk the streets of Louviers Picard is one, another two are priests And then the nuns going
the altar With Dionne Warwick, she could predict my future Went with my feelings even though it wasn't right Creepin' with my secret lover in the middle of the night
Hellion) Hellion, The devil's Hellion child Hellion, will never have to die Well child, you're sweatin' and you're stoned That alcohol you downed makes you crazy- All night
great star fell from the sky that night and with its descent left a scorched path in its way - a great path of self-destruction before burning out. And on this night
my grind tight Now a nigga is gettin' paid to skip skip through the lime-light See, we all got problems but some need addressin' And so at night I hit
the altar, went to dion warwick she couldnt predict my future, went with my feelings even though it wasent right, creepin with my secret lover in the middle of the night
walked the altar With Dionne Warwick, she couldn't predict my future Went with my feelings even though it wasn't right Creepin' with my secret lover in the middle of the night
between the new and the old Somewhere between who I am and who I used to be Somewhere in the middle you'll find me Somewhere between the wrong and the
Woke up in a cold sweat In the middle of the night Seems like a lifetime When you're wondering who's wrong or right One confession would resurrect the
diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart stop Every night's a weekend, every day's a Friday night
(sambora) Woke up in a cold sweat In the middle of the night Seems like a lifetime When you're wondering who's wrong or right One confession would resurrect
going to break, And the water gonna come in, have no place to stay Well all last night I sat on the levee and moan, Well all last night I sat on the
come here late at night to pray to him by candlelight Then peering through the glass I saw with disbelief Still dressed in royal clothes the saint behind the altar
