Ouch!
You're hurtin' me, mama!
You gotta let go
Don't squeeze it so
Ooh!
Breakin
Mirror, mirror on the wall
You know I thought I knew
No matter how high I go
I always come crashing down
I'll
The sun fell though the bedroom window
On a teenage bed
Night, hello
Won't you take me where you think I oughta
What a crazy night
Wine and smoke filled my head with
The girl in the car hit the wall at the
Come everybody to the video night
Where the flames of anger
I saw a kid on the swing today
Asked me if
Mile by mile
My hands in my pockets and my feet
Hey young girl staring at me
Smiling so mysteriously
Your eyes so
No words I write are good enough for you
And no
Can I buy you an ice cream cone?
Call you every
I was thirsty
I thought you might pour me a drink
Forty
Angel
Cover me
Release me with your kiss
Danger
Burn me
Return me home
With your
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