understand Baby listen up it's sad news Ooooh! Yeah [Sigh's] I love ya but I'm sorry I just (ooh) Gotta let ya go baby listen Baby listen! [Hook:] Look
are you willing to take Are you willing to give just a little bit for your own sake That's really lookin' out for number one Really lookin' out for number one Lookin
LOOKING OUT FOR NUMBER ONE by Carole King What kind of fool do you think I am To believe you reaally give a damn You're just looking out for number one
lookin' out for number one Lookin' out for number one Work and slave, sometimes succeed I'm lookin' out for number one I'm lookin' out for number one Lookin
) Prr, prr, you know my name, look up the number You know my name, look up the number (Me number) You know, you know my name (You know me name, look
the top Is looking out for number one I mean you keep looking out for number one And that's us, keep looking out for number one That's me, I'm looking
the bank of England And I want the key to the vault CHORUS: I'm gonna take your money Count your loss when I'm gone. I'm alright, Jack, I'm lookin'
- a sphere to determine my fate. second twelve to triple up, sit and wait. all. you can eat $13.95 the, lounge act, is really good tonight. Look into
We are living in your trust back to square one again this is becoming what is was meant to For self-exploitation for meaningless narcissism this is becoming
plasticwear the orchestra isn't craving our attention it sparks the active chords and the stage is set ablaze the conductor lights a cigarette we look
when does this start? when does this end? someone is there, whose never a friend. how do you do? how do i do? how should i ask, "where are my shoes?"
Sit here and take in the earthworms snuggling to the greens bay doesn't even know chalk from cheese hold that breath everyone the cow's finally being
from these bloody hills... comes unmixed oil and water... concentrated by abstract particles... distilled through cross pollenation.
Certain lines were formed together to form specific shapes. Couldn't help overhearing from where I was eavesdropping that you're tampering with the family
dragged to the burial where witches flew overhead roses drip black, and children weap in awe at their mother's side and tissues break... shows your
The horror they leave in three's they always do I'm holding hands with the devil while you make your deal with jesus so let me milk your prostate with
[audio clip] i took her to an empty house in westchester i had already picked up. when we got there i told her to wait outside, pick wild flowers. i went
Give him back his sweater that poor fellow has only orchestrated symphonies into the poisoned ant hills You have tried I'm afraid don't let it hurt
