U2 Lyrics
U2 Lyrics
"The Playboy Mansion Lyrics"
Imaginary Love Lyrics
Every kind of love, or at least my kind of love Must be an imaginary love to start with Guess that can explain the rain, waiting walking game Schubert bust my brain to star
Every kind of love, or at least my kind of love Must be an imaginary love to start with Guess that can explain the rain, waiting walking game Schubert bust my brain to star
If Coke is a mystery
Michael Jackson... history
If beauty is truth
And surgery the fountain of youth
What am I to do
Have I got the gift to get me through
The gates of that mansion
If OJ is more than a drink
And a Big Mac bigger than you think
If perfume is an obsession
And talk shows, confession
What have we got t
PMS Lyrics
(parody of "O.P.P." by Naughty By Nature) P.M.S., I just can't take it, it's like an earthquake It takes over her emotions and then breaks it P is for Pre, M is
o lose (parody of "O.P.P." by Naughty By Nature) P.M.S., I just can't take it, it's like an earthquake It takes over her emotions and then breaks it P is for Pre, M is
Another push and we'll be through
The gates of that mansion
I never bought a Lotto ticket
I never parked in anyone's space
The banks feel like cathedrals
I guess casinos took their place
Love, come on down
Don't wake her, she'll come around
Chance is a kind of religion
Where you're damned for plain hard luck
I ne
A Portion Lyrics
We'll never be able to justify the things we do, we'll never be able to. For all we destroy, we only place the blame on something else, other than ourselves. I am ashamed. At times
ver did see that movie We'll never be able to justify the things we do, we'll never be able to. For all we destroy, we only place the blame on something else, other than ourselves. I am ashamed. At times
I never did read that book
But love, come on down
And let my numbers come around
Don't know if I can hold on
Don't know if I'm that strong
Don't know if I can wait that long
'Til the colours come flashing
And the lights go on
Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
Yo, yo. Yo, yo son? What the fuck is all... yo, where you get (*cough*) all that money from, son (yo-huh)? Where the fuck did you get all that money from, son... huh? R
I know I've got to believe
We'll go driving in that pool
It's who you know that gets you through
The gates of the Playboy mansion
But they don't mention... the pain to reach
Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
Then will there be no time for sorrow