My heart is yours it's yours for the taking hush baby just fall back to sleep I'm breaking in, breaking into your dreams gonna make you fall back in
feeling, it's destiny I'm gonna testify about the long you're giving to me I'm gonna break it down for you, gonna break down Break it down, break it
We'll go drinking in the day If her mother could have seen us on that bright November day Botticelli and his angel perambulating Ormand Quay A drunken blessed
[Apathy] I put you up on the IV, not the Roman Numeral 4 But the IV that leads to the funeral floor Wax gets melted; breaks bones, fractures pelvics Speeds
