You could've knocked me out with a feather I know you've heard this all before but we're just hell's neighbors Oh oh oh oh, why why why won't the world
We're cheering for America's sweethearts But I must confess I'm in love with my own sins We're cheering for America's sweethearts But I must confess
What I like about cheese, is that you can put it on veggies, and it tastes, Mmm mmm so good (Cat:Yeah!) I like to talk about food, 'Cuz it's my favorite
My favorite nothing loved me so And I'd trick him, he'd treat me In the end I let go I never found him worth my time How selfish, when he'd give his life
Do you remember that one Christmas when we Didn't think we'd be together. We were almost seperated by the weather But I ran through the snow Right up
Hector Ormano is my favorite boxer He goes smasho and everyone cheers He turns big men into whimpering cowards He's so strong and how I adore him 'Cause
Words don't come easy without a melody I'm always thinkin' In terms of do-re-mi I should be hikin', swimmin', laughin' with you Instead I'm all out of
Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh I woke up and called this mornin' The tone of your voice was a warnin' That you don't care for me anymore I made up the bed we sleep
Whatever poison is in this bottle Will leave me broken sore and stiff But it's the genie at the bottom Who I'm sucking at, he owes me one last wish So
One, two, three, four Under the arc of a weather stain boards Ancient goblins, and warlords Come out of the ground, not making a sound The smell of death
[Styles P:] Somethin 'bout you, I don't know, HA HA~! Yeah... [Rashad (Styles P):] Heyyyy-yayyyyy You're the one (yeah) You're the one, yeahhhh (that
You're my-y-y Baby, you're my favorite Waste of time My-y-y, baby, you're my favorite Waste of time Here I am, I'm playing Daydreaming fool again My
You're mine baby You're my favorite waste of time Mine baby You're my favorite waste of time. Here I am I am playing Daydreaming fool agam. My favorite
I'm going back to 505 If it's a 7-hour flight or a 45-minute drive In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs
He knew what he wanted to say But he did not want to word it The dirty little Herbert Was thinking an escape But the place was well guarded The guiltiness
Running off over next door's garden Before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling Than it is a question of fun The confidence is the balaclava
Old yellow bricks, love's a risk Quite the little escapoligist Looked so miffed, when you wished For a thousand places better than this You are the fugitive
Brian, top marks for not tryin' So kind of you to bless us With your effortlessness We're grateful and so strangely comforted And I wonder, are you puttin