Big Youth Love Her歌词

[Kim] Spinning dreams with angel wings torn blue jeans a foolish grin burning down in the night so cool so right star power star power star power over me she knows how to make love to me she knows how to make love close my eyes and think of you every

Should you go looking For a testament to youth in verse Variations on the age-old curse, you blame the stations When they play you like a fool and like a fool you get played with Baby, think twice Maybe it's not all Maybe it's not all right Maybe it'

Trace paper fly onward Trace paper fly onward Wake? city's too high City skew high-upt (?) Kill us your scumbag youths Kill us your scumbag youths Youths Johnny winter Johnny winter no-show B.B. King just turns on The New Hampshire boys Steve and Joe

Yeah, i take my baby down to the street and i buy him a soda-pop He's so sweet Alright now, alright now, alright now You said that If you want i'll be the one Take you out and have some fun I never never ever ever tell no one Till the end, till the m

Kool Thing sittin' with a kiddie Now you know you're sure lookin' pretty Like a lover not a dancer Superboy take a little chance here I don't wanna, I don't think so I don't wanna, I don't think so Kool Thing let me play it with your radio Move me, t

im here for you cant you see what im doin i bring you news from the kingdom of disciples in ruin behold a child has just been born into a life of secrets sworn hold out yr hands and take these palms ive been given they are wild with beauty faded and

hey sad angel walks, and he talks like a girl out trying to think why it stinks, he's not a girl now he's kicked in the gut, they fucked him up, just enough they got me down on my knees, I kiss his ring, God is love androgynous mind, androgynous mind

Since I was born they couldn't hold me down Another misfit kid, another burned-out town Never played by the rules I never really cared My nasty reputation takes me everywhere I look and see it's not only me So many others have stood where I stand We

Snake in it Jack into the wall TV amp on fire Blowing in the hall Gun your sled Close your peeping toms Turbo organizer Cranking on the knob You got it Yeah ride the silver rocket Can't stop it Burning hole in your pocket Hit the power Psycho helmets

You live in a cave, one made of drapes Your hint of perfume from your personal maid Whose scrubs make her arms look too big for her frame For the life of me I can't remember her name I'm fronting to speak, accept myself And most use prayers to keep