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Well maybe your Mother never told you
Maybe your Father's too kind Well I'm gonna tell you baby I think it's just a waste of time Oh baby waste my time Well baby baby what do you know I think it's time to go All the things that you say Baby it's the other way Oh leave me alone I wanna go home *repeat Oh baby waste my time...(repeat) |
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Well, we can't take her this week
And her friends don't want another speech Hoping for her that someday they'll hear what she's got to say All about that personality crisis You got it while it was hot But now frustration and heartache is what you've got You know I'm talking about her personality Well, now you're trying to be someone, now you gotta do something Wanna be someone who counts But you're thinking about the times you did, they took every ounce Well, it sure gotta be a shame when you start to scream and shout You gotta contradict all those times you butterflied about You was butterflying About a personality crisis You got it while it was hot It's always hot, you know, but frustration and heartache is what you've got I'm trying to talk about personality And you're a prima ballerina on a spring afternoon Change on into the wolfman, howling at the moon About a personality crisis You got it while it was hot It's always hot, you know, but frustration and heartache is what you've got I'm talking about a personality Now, with all the cards of fate that mother nature sends Your mirror's getting jammed up with all your friends That's personality, every scene is starting to blend Personality, when your mind starts to bend Got so much personality, flashing on a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend Personality, wondering how celebrities ever mend, looking fine on television Personality crisis You got it while it was hot It's always hot, you know, but frustration and heartache is all you've got Don't you worry, it's just a personality crisis, please don't cry Don't you worry, it's just a personality crisis, please don't stop Because you walk with personality, talk with personality |
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Born in Red House Brooklyn
In the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes To accordion Joey Joey Joey King of the streets Joey Joey Joey Can’t get no relief Larry was the oldest Joey was next They tried to get Larry Joey got so upset Joey Joey Joey King of the streets Joey Joey Joey Can’t get no relief They tried, to tell him He was doing wrong Dealing with some colored’s Boy you’re doing so wrong Joey Joey Joey King of the streets Joey Joey Joey Can’t get no relief Joey Joey Joey What’d you do? You got it Umberto’s poor you Bullets still in the door Where they got you got you more Blood in the streets Now there’s no relief for Joey Joey Joey Joey King of the streets Joey Joey Joey |
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I only wrote this song for you
It's about the way I feel Oh you, you made my life Oh you, you made everything alright You took away my tears You gave me new ideas And now you're gone Don't go away Oh I, I was so fine Remember when we drank wine I'm sorry we never had a home But baby I feel so alone And don't go Don't go away Now there's so much pain Without you Now life doesn't seem The way it used to I'm so sorry Let me make it up to you I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I wanna spend my life with you I don't want nobody else but you Can you see that I love you? Don't go Don't go away Don't go Don't go away Don't go Don't go away |
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Well you run down to the corner to see what you can cop
You buy some for your sister but you take yours off the top Running to the bathroom, fixin up a shot Tie it up shoot it up bang it up throw it up Too much junkie business Too much junkie business Too much junkie business I dont wanna fuck around with you Your life becomes as sickening as that mess you call your face That pig you call your girlfriend, she's dead from shooting mace Climbing up the walls Shooting all my ???? Wrap it up, call it art Now your record hits the charts Too much junkie business Too much junkie business Too much junkie business I don't wanna fuck around with you Too much junk Too much junk Too much junk Too much junk Too much junk I don't wanna see her hanging out with you Your the coolest thing in town with your face flat on the ground Hands emptied your pockets as the coffin went down Overdose at last smack stuck in your head Now you're dead, dead, dead, dead Too much junkie business Too much junkie business Too much junkie business I don't wanna fuck around with you Too much junk Too much junk Too much junk |
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Somebody called me on the phone
they said hey, is Dee Dee home do you wanna take a walk do ya wanna go and cop do ya wanna go get some chinese rocks? ( do you wanna go suck some chinese cock- typical Walter) I'm living on chinese rocks all my best things are in hock I'm living on chinese rocks everything is in the pawn shop The plaster's falling off the wall my girlfriend's crying in the shower stall It's hot as a bitch I shoulda been rich But I'm just diggin this chinese ditch repeat chorus repeat verse two repeat chorus 2x |
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That's the way it goes
This city is so cold And I'm, I'm so slow That's why I know I say hit it Born to lose Born to lose Born to lose Baby I'm born to lose Nothing to do Nothing to say Only one thing that I want It's the only way I say hit it Born to lose Born to lose Born to lose Baby I'm born to lose Baby I'm born to lose Living in a jungle It ain't so hard Living in the city It will eat out your heart Born to lose Born to lose Born to lose Baby I'm born to lose Baby I'm born to lose Baby I'm born to lose Baby I'm born to lose I say hit it Born to lose Born to lose Born to lose Baby I'm born to lose |
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