Spent fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
Now
Ah, did you ever go to sleep with Bo Derek
And
Open yourself, let me inside
Open your arms, I have nowhere
To
Through word of mouth
Let it be known
The man who spends
His
Liza's had enough of men
She said she won't get burned
We wrote this song, it's not too short, not too
A blackened wick is what remains
The flame was blown out
Sometimes I feel my life is going 'round in circles
Beneath
When I look 'round, I only see outta one eye
As
I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things
Endless evenings of non-exist
Are getting shorter, monotonous
Like an intruder,
One more time for Ho Jo, you know I can't
You've got the beauty,
but that don't mean a thing
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