jumpin' actin' like a fool Well your kisses they burn but your heart stays cool Romeo and Juliet, Samson and Delilah Baby you can bet their love they didn't deny Your words say split but your
business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear
delighted with you Yeah, heat me with your love, ah ah You opened up my heart, I just can't live without you, Oh, I just couldn't live another day, your my- Bonfire, your
your path It's our privilege, your the star yes you are Can have your autograph cuz you lookin like the one It's our privilege, to have seen your face
: Open hearted as a heart can be 'Cause we all a ruin like broken leaves I give you me in oceans of tears up to my knees Stitched together like pants
: In a dream I was a werewolf My soul was filled with crystal light Lavender ribbons of rain sang Ridding my heart of mortal fight Broken sundown
you become my prey SHE'S A Rock and Roll Sweetheart, left your heart right on the floor In its bloody state I got you wanting more Rock and Roll Sweetheart, left your kiss
you hide The secret that you hide Whoa-whoa, yeah I watched your spirit fly Across the velvet sky The secrets that you hide A secret that you hide, that you hide
to cry and play my part I want you to sigh and fall apart We want this like everyone else Stay if you want to I always wait to hear you say there's a last kiss
your mind now Cypress Hill compound, you could hear the sound Let another motherfucker run up and I'll put your ass down (down) Then I'll peal from your
be free All is true, my body still creeps Shake your hair, my sweet beast of hell Tint your claws, I will kiss you soon You can't hide, your smell I sure
you bite the hand that feeds you and then ask for more Could you kiss the wound that bleeds spit it on the floor Could you open up your heart then close
and silent in the night Over my shoulder all you can see are the pilot lights No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn Your hands are cold but your
beginning And not a sound, our eyes are looking down Spin the bottle round & round and round and round Last kiss on the tip of your lips Where it heads, now watch your heart
to bless But rather let in my imagination Run wild the thoughts of who perhaps you were Before your soul demanded your creation And deigned my mind and willing heart