It's hot It's a four-alarm fricasee boy this heat is killing me it's hot it's hot tonight It's duelling dicks in a deep-fry It's hot standing next to
You're a good kid Play the game to break your heart You've gotta get back to where you started Pay attention now or it'll slip by It's your heart don
Monday morning i woke up late. I feel like shit and i can't see straight One last drink was a bad idea i'm on the bowl with diarrhea Out the door in
OLE Bouncing souls no one can beat us we drink beer and wear adidas anywhere we get the itch we're off to find a proper pitch Lace your sambas get
Passed some time on the stoop on the block were we used to sit I thought about it all too much I thought so hard i couldn't see Pete rode by on his Hutch
The one minute i saw you i remember your red shoes i keep this little memory of you i see you in my mind when i need to Thank you for your red shoes.
I've got to be me baby and you gotta be you Something isn't right but i know i love you I only want what's best i don't know Is this some kind of test
Music sounds in my ear there are bricks for my view I hear the train pass and I'm sure that I miss you But I'll keep my head and I'll try and I know
You're so rad more rad than my dad if you were a fabric you'd be plaid Everybody knows plaid is so rad i think about you and i go mad You're so
to let your guard down Something you never wanted to I gave you my love and if you turned away I guess i'd be screwed, but... I'm a hopeless romantic You're just hopeless