perfect hatred Too tired to fall for that Too tired to fall for that Hate them with a perfect hatred Too tired to fall for that Too tired to fall for
best walk slow [Isaiah 1:30] Started as ice cream then a joy ride You can't stop coasting cause vanity is high [2 Timothy 3:4] Too tired to fall for
and best walk slow [Isaiah 1:30] Started as ice cream then a joy ride You can't stop coasting cause vanity is high [2 Timothy 3:4] Too tired to fall
friends you've known A home away from home when they were tired and all alone? Mama, Mama And who's the one who held a tear inside When you introduced your future bride
m coming to an end Melancholy, my bride, I devote unto thee My, breath, my mind and my soul As silence washes over me I've never been so tired, so cold
I give You time to think Let me puff This buddah blunt and cut on This porno bunk here come lounge Here by my side tonight your My devils bride and
all and I catch the bride's bouquet So where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight? Where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight? It's too early for the rainbow, too
playing with broken glass Kill themselves for a laugh Tired of being sold as meat Whores give up beating on my meat Actually, you know, I don't really mind Too
be the bridesmaid not the bride. Oh my God! I must be swimming in some red wine sort of haze. I?m resorting now to metaphors and tired old cliches.
body is the way" I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?... Too early for the rainbow, too
me, how long have you been combin' your hair with a wrench Crystal: The roses are dead and the violets are too And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after
bride and there goes the groom Looks like a hurricane went through this room Smells like a pool hall, where's my other shoe? And I'm sick and tired of
na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah See, I saw you in the party with your eyes on me Fittin' the description of what I want my bride
is the way" I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?... Too early for the rainbow, too
bells blaze new trails in sound I looked up I looked around A famous Toronto painter shot me down "Oh, I've busted my ass on these streets too long
much fun, I can hardly contain myself. incomprehensible strange abusive voices, I'm living life to the fullest everyday! I tire of infantilism, farewell my artificial child bride
are no Casanova (ha, ha, ha) I'll know that you'll be true And that's why (uh) I'm so in love with you (me, too) But this romantic evening You led me
Thugga (I wanna be free) [Chorus:] I don't need a lover I don't need a family I don't need a ballin' chain here keepin' me I don't need a bride time
