But me and my ace is tight moving base at night Lace your nights, you see Narc's jet I'll meet you on the corner in the park doin' sets And when
motherfucker 24 with a L as I bail through the concrete Shit is kinda deep, deep Deeper than Atlantis You got to know who the man is L.A. better known as
Hold up, stop the presses Floats to the club, show me love in little short dresses From 8 at night till 6 in the morn' Intend to get naked, try to put
It used to be, there were two sets of footprints in the sand And there were two silhouettes in the sunset, hand in hand But now here beside the sea are
keeps ringing so he finally gives in To hear the voice of his wife asking, ?Where have you been?? He tells her, ?I'll be home as soon as I can So tuck
morning it's a good feeling to know There is something to look forward to these days As time sets in, we still begin to know each other Even now as we
west in the fast lane But I'll never stop loving you, loving you Just as sure as that Mississippi flows to the sea I'll run just as wild, love just as
At night some of the boys Get to talking up their girls back home I tell 'em none's as fine as mine The old chaplin sayin' Come morning we'll break
Words and music by Kaye - Weisman - Fuller "The Bad Seeds performed Cindy regularly in their live sets in 1990,and indeed on a TV appearance as well
The head of John the Baptist on a plate And in the morning, shaken and disturbed Among the soft white fur See all the dust dance in the morning light Sets
It's another night stuck in here with the TV on As John Wayne holds the Alamo I'm wonderin' where you've gone I just sit and wait, hope it's not too late
' on it all day Super freaks and beauty queens She like to see them do they thang As soon as they get to the seen They shinin' as hard as you done seen
were bad" The wave was a-pounding as we Scrambled up the mountain No one even dared to turn their head Just one slip and you're dead As the waves were
Sweet summer lovin' keeps me high as candy wine When that big red balloon sets Like a painting across the West As the sky turns a crimson blue As
left with no one to call my own Then you came along, boy And saved my heart from turning to stone Baby, you and your lovely smile Opened my heart wide as
It's good to see your face in the morning It helps me to face the day I see you lighting candles as I turn away I want you, I need you In a way that
s a sin to have these eyes. Well god blessed me with good taste. The shadows come from under the ground, They sweep you off your feet. As soon as the sun sets
