And I wrap my arms around me And think of times gone by I used to share my fate with you Wrapped in a robe of fire Inhale - exhale All that matters -
My love is gone with yesterday, my love is gone With yesterday We had a love for all seasons At least that's how it used to be There was no time, space
Come on now, why you wanna do us like that girl Come on now, got a skirt pulled up to your crack girl Come on now, I love it when you show us that cat
I want you to understand something That when I come up in this bitch, I want them fans jumpin' I want them fists pumpin' in the air, I don't look like
I've seen that look a million times before It says she ain't no stranger to a closing door And she can't hide what lies inside She's got the kind of
Here comes Brenda Brenda Holiday Though she hasn't that much to say She knows where the rain goes She breaks She breaks for rainbows Fly Brenda Fly
Try and forget it yet it keeps you awake Live to regret it when the fever breaks Lighting up a cigarette even the slow hand shakes But it's a cold sweat
Lightning Breaks The Midnight Air Light Comes Shining Down On Me Feel The Presence Of The Force Tidal Waves Out On The Sea Lord Have Mercy On My Soul
You don't love me anymore I can feel it But I want you more than before So I conceal it Walk on, walk on baby Don't look back This happy face is just
Been a lot that I've been through I've cried a tear a time or two Baby, you know I cried some over you, yeah Had my heart kicked to the ground Love ripped
A painted promise - a smokescreen dream It wasn't all we thought it'd be A fortune made - when we betrayed The faith we'd placed in our blind belief
Step up 'cause you're the next one in line for the kill You don't believe it but I'm betting that you will Step down, I'll let you live a little bit with
Step up cause you're the next in line that I kill you don't believe it but I'm betting that you will Step up I'll let you live with the little bit of
I know a story That I'd really like to tell you You might not believe me But I swear every word is true It sounds like one of those That you normally
(Ernie walks in with a cooking pot and plops it on Bert's head) Ernie: Here Bert, try this on! Bert: Hey, hey, Ernie, what are you doing? Get that pot
Moonlight's kissing on a violet shore Dreaming in the color of the dress you wore I wake up harmed and wanting more about you (About you) I don't wanna
Locked in misfit hi-tech it's the high ground Rita Rita Making out for all the thrill of it Six of them all got a reason And your mouth outlined with