Rehab lyrics
Rehab lyrics
"Ms. Jones lyrics"
I'm Over You lyrics
The stars are shining brighter than the night that I remember My thoughts are like a river Reflecting in all directions I'm gonna phone her, but not today I'm gonna write her, but not today Today I'm gonna be Driving down Highway 441 with the windows down A beer in one hand, the radio blasting My old needs I won't recognize I'm
Ms. JonesThe stars are shining brighter than the night that I remember My thoughts are like a river Reflecting in all directions I'm gonna phone her, but not today I'm gonna write her, but not today Today I'm gonna be Driving down Highway 441 with the windows down A beer in one hand, the radio blasting My old needs I won't recognize I'm
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid
Get laid, get laid
But a B boy's gotta get paid
Get paid, get paid
Seen her at the corner shop
Sun dress dirty flip flops
Hand full of lollipops
Listenin' to hip hop
She knows everyone that comes around her grows
Waling down a dirt road
Blowin' open doors
And I know better but I keep getting heated
Jonsey want'a front
Don't want her baby getting treated
In the wrong way
But I gotta come along
Been a long day so put it in a song say
And I saw her at the fruit stand
And she
Children Of The Revolution lyrics
(Kirsty MacColl/Johnny Marr) Children of the revolution coming out to play Bombers ripped the night apart and blew the school away Some live on the south side and they overlook the water Some live on the north side and they're looking at the border And those children of the revolution see the soldiers come Smiling at the widows as they take
smiled as if to say(Kirsty MacColl/Johnny Marr) Children of the revolution coming out to play Bombers ripped the night apart and blew the school away Some live on the south side and they overlook the water Some live on the north side and they're looking at the border And those children of the revolution see the soldiers come Smiling at the widows as they take
I know that you are watching
When Ms. Jones jerked her away, my cutie
Waved from the car window
With one finger and a grin
And as the car got smaller all I could think about was sin
Ms. Jones
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid
Get laid, get laid
But a B boy's gotta get paid
Get paid, get paid
Even though I'm grown
Got it for this little bitty full blown
But Ms. Jones got her in the home
I'm alone
With her Polaroid in my hand
I try to hide the fact that I live in a trash can, man
How she got me in the zon
Not Quite Sonic lyrics
Not yet sonic But I'd like to reach the point Where I can say Yes I am But it always seems to be About sensibilities And not who's listening No I'm not quite sonic What's real in the art school What's real in the white room This yet to tell my conscience Who to trust my thoughts with Or who to love You're oh
eNot yet sonic But I'd like to reach the point Where I can say Yes I am But it always seems to be About sensibilities And not who's listening No I'm not quite sonic What's real in the art school What's real in the white room This yet to tell my conscience Who to trust my thoughts with Or who to love You're oh
Called up to her house but somebody hung up the phone
Dial tone and I'm hinding in the grass
All up in her yard just to get a look at her ass dawn
I know she's too young for me
Yo, she asked me to the fair
I wish she would ignore me
Hard to pretend not to stare
My friends all say she's skanky
But I dig her armpit hair
And when I get my license
I'm gonna ask her to a picnic, yeah
Ms. Jones
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid
Get laid, get laid
But a B boy's gotta get paid
Get paid, get paid
Innocence and beauty
Such a deadly combination
Innocence and beauty
Such a deadly combination
Finally pulled her from the gridlock
Climax to the plot
Took her to see Kid Rock
Touched her on her wet spot
Now I got her open on Ms. Jones scopin'
Time for pokin' and I know
I don't really want her this way
But Ms. Jones kept her from my clutches everyday
So I go, hey, it will never be the same
And I don't even know her mother-fuckin' name
Ms. Jones
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird
But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid
Get laid, get laid
But a B boy's gotta get paid
Get paid, get paid