I'm a mess when it comes to you, I've got no inhibitions whatsoever, It's true, I'm not the kindda girl who runs around like this, Caught up in a kiss
Devil in a midnight mass, Who prayed behind stained glass. A memory of sunday class, Resurrected from the past. I was told that the world wouldn't believe
You've got the best of both worlds You're the kind of girl who can take down a man, And lift him back up again You are strong but you're needy, Humble
It's too far back now To remember just how much you played A role in causing confusion in my brain My nerves are tied announce my mind is (?) Running
Sometimes I know there's nothing to say. So do I pick up my puzzle and just walk away? Do I follow my conscience? Am I mock sincere? I don't know what
Cobra Starship You were a problem child, been grounded your whole life So now you runnin' wild, playin' with them good girls No, that ain't your style
I make them good girls go bad I make them good girls go Good girls go bad, good girls go bad I know your type, you're daddy's little girl Just take a
Run down a street where the glass shows That summer has gone Age, in the doorways Resenting the pace of the dawn All of them standing in line All of
Should've kissed you there I should've held your face I should've watched those eyes Instead of run in place I should've called you out I should've said
Now there's a dance I can see that the kids all do It's called, 'The Mess Around', you can mess around too Come on mess around, yeah, it's Mess Around
Going out of my mind these days Like I?m walkin' 'round in a haze I can?t think straight, I can?t concentrate And I need a shave I go to work and I look
Uh, I like it baby (yeah) Uh, one time for the club (ye-eah) Two time for my thugs, uh-huh Three times for my ladies, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon (ooh, oh) Uh
ah aaaah oouuh wouhou ah aaaah oouuh wouhou So you see You've got me back again for more And it seems Your song is in my head This is war Mystery
Can you hear them The helicopters I'm in New York No need for words now We sit in silence You look me In the eye directly You met me I think it's Wednesday
Lip tight its prophecy sealed wafer wise come dancing caged and small in its cavity. But I can feel your heart beat its shape in my hand. Pounded air
I am my own affliction I am my own disease There ain't no drug that they could sell Ah, there ain't no drug to make me well There ain't no drug There
I know you fancy yourself as a sexy bitch It's in the way that you walk Do you kiss your mother with those expensive lips? You sure got expensive talk
A devil in a midnight mass He prayed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class Resurrected from the past Hold your breath and count to four Pinky
