Umm, fuck This is the story of a girl named Ann She's half-Japanese, mom's from Japan She's sixteen but she's going on thirty Her mind is pure but her
i'm the superstar of this little bar concentrate on every word i say my voice amplified i'm a stereotype a singing swinging cliche raise your fist up
One Saturday, I took a walk to Zipperhead I met a girl there and she almost knocked me dead Punk rock girl, please look at me Punk rock girl, what do
We're going out tonight its time to kick some ass / My wallets full of green and I got my backstage pass / I'll smile and smoke a lot, can I buy you another
we're going out tonight it's time to kiss some ass my wallets full of = green and I got my backstage pass I'll smile and smoke a lot can I buy = you another
thanks for spending your dough on our new CD I can't wait until June = when we get our royalties but the money you spent was not in vain it was = spent
britney spears makes my head get all light and heather graham naked in boogie nights winona ryder i fantasize about her with carmen elektra naked beside
your face your black beret headline news today your foot in history planted firmly into place with your blue dress stain you shouldn't have trusted that
seeing you again was blinding like a match in a room with no light a sulfur blast then a slow burn champagne in bed just me you and the bottle and sublime
She's from the south bay. She just loves to quote Hemmingway. She vacuums the house in her high heals and her lingerie. Dad's an engineer. Mom
that band hole what's he got that i ain't = got? a million bucks and courtney love and whole lotta pot but without = you this final one's for you old boy
Eat a bag of shit you suck I can't believe the luck you have It's not bestowed upon me And my pants are falling down I would have another drink except
it was a sunny summer day of sophomore year Derek, Marc, and I on = highway 55 surfboards on the rack, ate breakfast on the way it's days = like these
I drive by your house its late / Your silhouette / In the window / I want to stand on your front lawn / With a radio / Playing our song / Like John Cusack
boldy forging on plains of kansas on both sides a new book to fill endless highway and miles and miles of ambition the unknown makes a turn and heads
it's almost three a.m. and I should be asleep but instead I lie awake in = my room and my head still hurts from the night before last my only = solace
I sneak around to the backdoor / So I can watch her / I love to watch her / And some nights I get lucky / She gets undressed / And bares her breasts /
you've left me in a bind to choke on the rind of what we almost never were you lead me on only to be gone how did you think i would feel sorry for the