questions I can't find If I took for granted that I held your heart I'd beg forgiveness but I don't know where to start Draw me a map that leads me back
in the magazine And so you left your hometown To try out for the part There everybody's pretty little angels With a pretty little heart You studied hard the map
Fear and panic in the air I want to be free from desolation and despair And I feel like everything I sow Is being swept away, well I refuse to let you
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da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da Da, da da Map of the world, map of the world, map of the world Map
it i resumed the line the latitudes and longitudes are calling me they're stringing me out across the seas forever they say -- da da... map of the world
wait wait waiting for the lights to change that I may move on move on wait wait waiting for the lights to change that I may move on move on still still
I don't want to see but I'm making you Ass is off it's seat and I'm shaking you Walking down the street I'm the lady, ja Showing off my map of Tasmania
ma Back on the map Back on the map Back on the map Back on the ma Back on the map Back on the map Back on the map Back on the map Back on the map
Hook: 8x It's on da map (uh huh, yeah!) Verse 1: Drama Been down and dirty from the start Bitch I been damn hard Kept it treal, locked our grills,
Electric splash on a midnight drive Wish I could rape the day Just something radical Lost the sense of sweet things Who's gonna take me widely? Guided by the pinball map
I DONT LOVE WHAT IVE DONE ALL THESE MONTHS OF WEAR I DONT KNOW WHERE I WAS AND NOW AT THIS ANCHOR LIKE AN ALTAR I TIE AND TIE AND TIE IF THIS NEVER ENDS
Where is your woman? Gone to Spanish Harlem? Gone to buy you pastels? Where is your woman? Gone to Spanish Harlem? Gone to buy you books And bells beneath
me a reason to dance in the dark Be there to catch me and I'll fall apart If you wanna know how to get to me Follow the map to my heart I cry for no
It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay , ay, ay, ay I do it for the trappers with
When it happens you'll feel like an islander You'll see ships and they'll be reminders That you're on an island and I'm on an island The chances are,
Please don't flow so fast, you little mountain hum I'll take a bottle down to you Please don't flow this fast, you hold a little hum I'll bottle sounds
all around like rain But I can ride the storm out Because I'm like a junkie for your smart mouth See, I'm so far off the map, the sun is shining While
