I was standin' in the grocery store line The one they marked 'Express' When this woman came through with about 25 things And I said, "Don't you know that
You said before we met That your life was awful tame Well, I took you to a night club And the whole band knew your name Oh well, baby, baby, baby I've
R A P" Get together and make the cheddar as far as they see So I extended a hand to blend wit a band Now ex friend?s wit a man they?ll send to the can
expand The mess and the magic, triumphant and tragic A mechanized world out of hand Computerized clinic for superior cynics Who dance to a synthetic band
want. Express Yourself! Express Yourself! O, do it! O, do it. Do it to it. Go on and do it. Yo, do it. Give. Express Yourself! Express Yourself
faster and louder I can live faster and louder I'm a man, faster and louder Feel the need to express myself Think I'll form a band And call it Yazoo
hides the copy of bliss in the books under her arm And makes her way back home She opens the door to find her mom and dad waiting The expressions on
nation B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-band on the move, yeah High time Yeah High time B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-band on the move High time "what will this thing cost
lungs & express my love, Hold my breath & forget my pride, To reflect that the rest of our lives are a measure of time. We may as well try to express
Express yourself, don't tell me what to do, babe Express yourself, oh yeah, oh yeah Express yourself, oh yeah, oh yeah Express yourself, oh yeah, oh yeah Express
unhappy about. And it's because we didn't understand, you know, because there's all this social doctrine that says, you know, that the infinite God, with all this expression
. I?ve Got News For You ? Ray Charles You said before me met that your life was awful tame Well, I took you to a night club and the whole band knew
Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression he detested "There is no rope", he would scream at the laughing walls There is only the end, no hope, no
Its the black attack born on the corner Nigga grew up fast to get that looter ready to shoot 'er And he do anything to achieve it, better believe it grew up in a band
flash sugar cane alley cats Lo in parade With the black spades Courvoisier spillin' on the rocks Intoxicating the satin dogs with his private bands
I think you got a low self opinion man I see you standing all by yourself Unable to express the pain of your distress You alienate yourself And everybody
Rip Stab Stab? And It doesn?t help that I couldn?t get my hair to do that flippy thing either?Like that guy from that band can do...Some days, ya know