, In the highlights of her hair Hit the head lines But she's not there: chorus Many happy returns Many happy returns These are the lessons I could have learned Return. Many
is lost yeah One too many I've had enough of that stuff from you One too many I'm packing up I'm through with you One too many I've had it bad One too
money? Many many, many many many How many gal get bounce a Brook Valley? Many many, many many many How many gal get slam true money? Many many, many many many
a rainbow Well, she’s lost all her glory And could tell you some stories That we all should know And there’s too many hands Being laid on her Too many
? (Ohhh) How many wanna die wit me? How many wanna die wit me? How many wanna die wit me? How many wanna die wit me? How many wanna die wit me? How many
I put my faith in you [Chorus] How many times, How many lies How long you’ve been sneakin’ How long you’ve been creepin (around) How many lies, How many
I felt it, bled it, screamed it, It only gets worse I used too many words tonight Too many words Too many words Too many words Too many words
I look around and then I look down at my threads It's inappropriate that I should present like a Retired Matador with unpaid rent So many nights I'm still thinking about you And so many
my drink So many girls, Asian, Caucasian, Asian, Jamaican So many girls, Brazilian, I swear I got a million So many girls, Egyptian, do you fit that description? So many
We're dancing free but we're stuck here underground And everybody trying to figure they way out Hey, hey, hey, all we ever wanted to say Was chased erased
to How far do I have to go to get to you? Many the miles, many the miles How far do I have to go to get to you? Many the miles, many the miles How
your dance on, go grind on one Quick question, yo, why you over here? So many hoes in here My office hours 9 to 5, whyon'tcha call me there It's so many
No mountain can see But sometimes a mountain Can sing or hum At least I heard one Humming on the evening we And no horizon can sleep But sometimes horizons
look around and I look down at my threads It's inappropriate that I should present like A retired matador with unpaid rent So many nights, I'm still thinking 'bout you And so many
I was in a plane to Panama And a fly landed on her thigh And I thought I brushed it off quite brashly I introduced myself And she said her name was sky
Something kissed my lips Something Something busted my fingertips The north binds battle In the car park And the darkness Somewhere The night is on the
Girl in the park one day Killing all the bugs on the pavement Seems like she got a nasty streak But she does it in a beautiful way Like a bullet from
I left the house, left the room with the foxy on my back And my supplies in a magic pack And I followed the sound of music Not up a hill but down to an
