man that surely deserves me But I think you do So I cry, and I pray and I beg Love me, love me Say that you love me Fool me, fool me Go on and fool
No not again, oh, what a man Just who I thought that I wanted to have Oh, don't do that, don't use that bat That's all it takes to make me falling flat
Close your eyes Look at all these losers You find them everywhere They're fucked up and annoying But somehow you seem to care It's easier to laugh But
t sleep tonight That's what I call That's what you call That's what I call life With a hero in the past You hang on to history Such a loss will always
together since It's rather sad, it's really sad, it feels like We've never made it together since We'll never have the guts to discover We'll choke on
me You're free to be all that you want to be Do what you want with me Go on and step on me Go on and step on me Go on and step on me
La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la I saw you there I stopped and stared The curly girlie smiled You really were too close to her And
Baby boy, your face is pretty And your life's a toy Master man, I'm never better Than your latest plan Poor Donee, what are you gonna try to be? Where
Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Can he walk at all, Or if he moves will he fall? Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head
There's a monster growing in our heads Raised up on the wicked things we've said A great divide between us now Something we should know There's something
Arrange my books in order Make up some nice stories to amuse you Make things look smart and easy Shape up the place, hungry for the meeting The dinner
let it go It's rather sad it's really sad it feels like we've never made it together since We'll never have the guts to discover we'll choke on it
Such a foolish thing what a way to be I couldn't stay in here and it's not right to leave I couldn't tell you how but all the things I feel have their
Baby boy Your face is pretty and your life's a toy Master man I'm never better than your latest plan Poor donee what are you gonna try to be where are
Arrange my books in order make up some nice stories to amuse you make things look smart and easy shape up the place hungry for the meeting the dinner
There's a monster growing in our heads raised up on the wicked things we've said a great divide between us now something we should know There's something
No, not again oh, what a man just who I thought that I wanted to have Oh, don't do that don't use that bat that's all it takes to make me falling flat