Brian,
Top marks for not tryin'
So I'd like you
Sat at the side of the pool at one of
He knew what he wanted to say
But he dint know
Get on your dancing shoes
There's one thing on your mind
Oh,
Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to
Last night these two bouncers
And one of 'em's alright
The other
Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the
He sank into their calculations
And snorted on the stench
Of their
Well I've seen your eyes as they fix on me
So up rolls a riot van
And sparks excitement in
Oh, well it's never so funny
'cause I don't think you're
Despair to the point till they provoke
The punchline before they
Anticipation has the habit to set you up
For disappointment in
this house is a circus berserk as fuck
we tend to
So who's that girl there?
I wonder what went wrong
So that
One look sends it coursing through the veins, oh how