Close the door, turn off the light You'll never see the bloodshot eyes Cause you never come around The pictures that had lined the halls I smashed and
I can't talk, I've got the wrong way Looking up what's falling down, yeah I can't talk I've gone back the wrong way What is the use in what I say? I
1 куплет: Baby, its over, we both know, lets go forward. I love you, but in a different way, I love you, forever. Now that we've come to the end of a
1 куплет: Every night I go Every night I go sneaking out the door I lie a little more Baby I’ma helpless There’s something bout the night And the way
Whole lotta nothing Oh yeah yeah Take me on a spin Do your thing But you can't get in No no Ain't about to give it all up Just because you pull up in
What do you do when you're stuck, Because the one that you love, Has pushed you away, And you can't deal with the pain? And now you're trying to fix me
Spoken: - What's the matter with you, you seem so sad? Didn't he take you to the movies? - I just don't get it.. He says I'm not this enough, he says
'coz I know you can't stay, so I won't be waiting, anticipating for the fall. We had our time, baby, so I won't be waiting, anticipating for the call.
[parody of "Whole Lotta Love" by Led Zeppelin] Wanna whole lotta lunch! Wanna whole lotta lunch! Wanna whole lotta lunch! Wanna whole lotta lunch! Way
[parody of "whole lotta love" by led zeppelin] Wanna whole lotta lunch! Wanna whole lotta lunch! Wanna whole lotta lunch! Wanna whole lotta
I got your emails You just don't get females now, do you? What's in my heart Is not in your head, anyway Mate, you're too late And you weren't worth
So how does it feel to stand so close And never understand how do you feel When you mean so much But you don't even give a damn You let a lotta people
Get ups, gimmicks, one hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough, boy bands give it up And if it looks good on TV, it'll look good on a CD
Whole lotta nothing Woah, yeah, yeah Take me on a spin, do your thing But you can't get in, no, no Ain't about to give it all up Just 'cause you pull
Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta
SELL A LOTTA BEER Writers Bill Anderson, Brad Warren, Brett Warren RECORDED BY THE WARREN BROTHERS My name ain't up in lights, But I'm a hero in this
Lotto: Yo its time to get rid of this coward right here once and for all Im sick of this mother fucker check this shit out Hah hem yo I'll spit a racial
When I met you I didn't really like you First impression was you were somebody who'd Walk right by when I waved at you and say 'Hi' But they say (Hey)