Laa, I see you looking yeah you looking over my way I'm gonna leash you up and put you into my cage Teach you how to touch me baby how to say my name
Walking Waiting Alone without a care Hoping Hating Things I can't bear Did you think it's cool To walk right up And take my life And fuck it up Well
I've been waiting here for seven years, And sometimes I'd rather almost die, than go on another night of this life... And I give up, and it goes on and
I am no angel I like it when you do that stuff to me I am no angel I like it when you talk, talk dirty when you talk, talk Dirty talk Kitten heels,
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Comes a rainstorm, put your rubbers on your feet Comes a snowstorm, you can get a little heat Comes love, nothing can be done Comes a fire, then you
Gordon was here I wish I was in some lonesome valley Where womankind could not be found Where little birds sing, upon the branches And every moment has a different sound Oh, Peggy Gordon
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies
self infatuation I don't have a clue I don't trust those who do I'm just tryin' to shake these Jim Gordon Blues Now that every word has lost its meaning
will not remove It will not remove ohh for all that I have done Ohh I never will forget me love Anachie For Anachie Gordon he's bonny and he's rough
Gordon was here I wish I was in some lonesome valley Where womankind could not be found Where the little birds sing on the branches And every moment a different sound Oh, Peggy Gordon