You're a part time lover and a full time friend The monkey on you're back is the latest trend I don't see what anyone can see In anyone else but you
[Kimya:] Walking Along I'm in this song That belongs Does it belong Yeah In My Head Baby do you love me? I don't even love me Baby look above me Baby
Lazy confessions Crazy intentions Scratching unwilling Sports cars are thrilling I like potatoes I don't like tomatoes I'm goin' fishin' 'Cause I'm on
Where'd the cheese go? Where's the cheese gone? Where the cheese be? Where be my cheese? Inside, Inside, Inside, Inside, Inside, Inside, Inside, Inside
Indie boys are neurotic Makes my eyes bleed Tight black pants exotic Some loving is what I need But hey, I'm startin' to feel okay Lucky number nine,
Packing my bags Time is a drag Smell myself To make sure I'm still there I'm alone in the park (Say goodbye) With the Saber Tooth Shark (I won't cry)
Sleepin' in a van between A and B Suckin' dick for ecstasy Paid a 70 year old hooker to make out with me Now the get high shack is just a memory Downloading
I ride the greyhound bus, I ride it everywhere. Oh how I count the ways, The answer lies within me. I love my roller skates, I ride them everywhere.
When I was in middle-school, I had a group of friends We wore jean jackets and sunglasses and listened to Duran Duran There were 6 of us so when we played
Little bunny foo foo hopping through the forest scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head. Down came the good fairy and the good fairy
My name is Jorge Regula My name is Jorge Regula I'm walkin' down the street I love you Let's go to the beach Let's go sailing Let's get a bite to eat
You're a star, steal my car, just save me On a roll, sell my soul, forgiveness Crossed with red, think I'm dead, it's over Words you say leave my head
Mardi Gras came and went All my money has been spent How am I gonna pay the rent? Sitting on your face, sitting on my ass Who mistook the steak for chicken
Indie Boys are neurotic. Makes my eyes bleed. Tight black pants exotic. Some loving is what i need. Hey I'm starting to feel o.k. Lucky number nine.
Down in the alley What's your mother made of? Heads up, seven up Ding dong, come in I left my wood paneling On the embassy coat rack Where is mankind
Just because I don't say anything Doesn't mean I don't like you I open my mouth and I try and I try But no words came out Without 40 oz. of social skills
