: All virgins put upon your hand All virgins grap up your gram All virgins put upon your hand All virgins grap up your gram Say wa If you a virgin, know that you a virgin
: We?re best friends We hold hands We?re in love You?re my man Darling no That?s not me I?m a ghost In the sheets Well is there something that you like
: Don't let a good night's fun come to an early end let's have a court cave brunch, I really shouldn't stay and she kicks her heels off it takes
: Remember walking on the first time A future, light in skin and bright brown eyes It was September, girl you're looking so fine Sex, pack, sleep fallin
: We'll walk around pretending We're all grown up Hey rich girl, Well, can you tell me Why you're so stuck up? When you act like you're so down Does
: Living on a farm road Takin' all your time slow Cheerin' from the bleachers Don't you wish your life was gold? I bet you do Passing out your lighter
: Shoot to kill Don?t injure me, no Stale sheet slips From her waist across her thighs She cast the die on your plans Chances on everything You take
: I was pushed and shoved down the street in a bus fume haze They're building for a new day What will become of you and me My love I want to shout from
: Rosie Well I know we're both being used Don't make no sense Just to carry on as we do You know I'd love you if I knew you'd let me down Now go remind
: All we ever think about is sex Nothing really matters 'cause we're young Girl I want to party 'till we crash I ain't got no plans on growin' up They
: Heat waves boiling and New York's a jungle Lovers wanted Coked up night companion I wipe the sweat from my face In the summertime I fear I'm gonna
: Now check it I'm feeling fine You're feeling the same You want it like that It was a romance It was a radio It was a radio It topped the radio, baby
we'll walk around pretending we're all grown up -- hey rich girl well can you tell me why you're so stuck up? when you act like you're so down does paranoia
Break Through, Check it out. Break Through, Check it out. I need a rich girl, so I can sip Champagne, spill it on her dress and she don't complain. She
Eat, for this is my body Raise your glass and toast For this is my blood I am the pathway Follow me downward Into the void I am the face of your fear
All virgins put upon your hand All virgins grap up your gram All virgins put upon your hand All virgins grap up your gram Say wa, if you a virgin, may be you a virgin
All we ever think about is sex Nothing really matters 'cause we're young Girl I want to party 'till we crash I ain't got no plans on growin' up They
crowds push and shove down the street in a bus fume haze building for a new day what'll become of you and me, our love? i wanna shout from the roof
