I'll cross your path You won't let me forget it You can change your name And make me remember it And they think that you're too much for words But they
Well, she talks like a bullet And she looks like a goddess Says she's a traveler And she knows where she's going Dresses like a model Talks like a liar
Would you resent me If I said that I'd miss you? And would you hate me If I wanted to kiss you? And would you love me If I was stoic? And if I told you
From such a tender age I let you in To mess with my insides I don't regret a thing And I don't care if you're confused Please hold my hand Grip the railing
I swear I've never been speechless Till today, no way I never thought you weren't pretty Had to say, had to say And if you need some kind of reassurance
I can't live without your breath, you are all that I adore I'd say if you were the sun, I'd be the rays But I don't think that's a suitable metaphor me
You know you never change your ways And I don't mean the way you brush your hair You know you never change your ways And I don't mean the clothes you
Well, I saw you on the catwalk Not a corny supermodel song I tried to cheer but the cat had my tongue You came out of the dressing room In a T-shirt
Can't get away from a fun song A pop song, I'm gonna write my swan song Can't get it happening to write a love song Always bring in rock 'n roll, always
it myself or play along Well, my guitar is love And my guitar's all I need And my guitar's so special 'Cause it plays the songs, not me And I don't know what would
Well you're real pretty and you act like A cross between you know what I mean It's a real pity 'cause you try to be mean But you just can't fake it with
Things seemed so nice for the first few weeks Didn't care she didn't notice me Then I asked her does she wanna hang out Get something to eat She said
one thing I tried to weasel my way out You shouldn't have found out that way I shoulda sat you down and explained I thought that there would be no way
I'll buy a pair of jeans A stylish means A groovy masterpiece I'll cover them with paper men And books on Zen Records shot with darts Talk your way out
I pretend I'm mellow So you don't think I'm hurt I'm just a real sad fellow Pretends he's so down to earth And I might get a kiss If I play my cards
I'm out on a limb, I'm trying to climb I'm feeling unsure Every little thing if you give it time Is destined to change you Why can't I take back my past
Piggy's on the floor getting some sun The axe on the wall isn't the only one The case in the hall, show to everyone The lock on the door If you wanna
Copping the sound, the sound cops me I've got nothing to lose, my hair's in the breeze I don't hate you, just your jealousy So if you're ready to procrastinate
