read it like the back of my hand Well, read it like the back of my hand Oh yeah, wow yeah Wow yeah Read it like the back of my hand
can read it like the back of my hand Well, read it like the back of my hand Oh yeah, wow yeah Wow yeah Read it like the back of my hand
I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers, Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy, Poppa was a Rolling Stone so that makes
here for fun (chorus) Rosalita jump a little lighter, senorita come sit by my fire I just want to be your lover ain't no liar, Rosalita you're my stone
headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his hands And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand And
You went back to high school, nuthin but a tease Know I got stones, call me Mr. Please Please Walkin down the street wit yo' box in your hand... hot
And here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven Oh sweet May, Dressed in grief Roll back the stone With these words scrawled in a severed hand
time again I'm just a rolling stone who needs a drop of rain And to taste your honey, Mona is like licking on the sun My truck's hid in the back yard
of here, fair and square They've left the gate open wide! So My bride Here is my hand, where is your paw? Try and understand my plan, Ursala My heart
was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke Then
