Somewhere there's a stolen halo I use to watch her wear it well Everything would shine wherever she would go But looking at her now you'd never tell
Got my mojo working but it just won't work on you Got my mojo working but it just won't work on you I wanna love you so bad, I don't know what to do
If lust and longing were all we knew And love was kissing on the roofing view Of the office workers and their camera phones My heart would pump to let
What is love but the strangest of feelings? A sin you swallow for the rest of your life? You've been looking for someone to believe in To love you until
There's a stillness to the thrashing of despair There is a calm in the rush of your stare And I'm now beyond care Experience being gained, we're back
AMANDOLO (Spanish lyrics for "Too Late Too Soon") Music by James Harris III, Terry Lewis and Jon Secada. Spanish lyrics by Jon Secada and Robert Blades
Tender was the night Took an early flight Rushing' home tonight Something' wasn't right I can't believe my eyes I know I must be dreaming Did I come
Society reflects tonight An ugly mirror showing an animal instinct A twisted way to wrong a right, who knew How many dead before the sun comes arising
Time never bothered me Till I saw it slipping slowly away from me And time took my years away Gave me back my memories of a better day And now I've got
I need love, love to ease my mind I need to find, find someone to call mine But mama said, you can't hurry love No, you'll just have to wait She said
Comes a time when you get turned around and Life itself just wears you out but You keep getting ready for the big parade Ah, you shine your shoes and
Whoa yeah, oh yeah Everythin' gonna be alright this mornin' Oh yeah Now when I was a young boy, at the age of 5 My mother said I was gonna be the greatest
I've had good luck, and bad luck And no luck, it's true But I always get lucky with you I've been turned on, and turned down When the bars close at two
I guess you're off to have your fun Another ending just begun And I know what I don't see Really should'nt bother me So go and have yourself a ball You
Well fuck you too Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway Fuckin wit me I have you bustin niggas any day. Yeah that's how i gotta be. With a murder on my
Lightning crashes, a new mother cries Her placenta falls to the floor The angel opens her eyes The confusion sets in Before the doctor can even close
We're an oyster cracker on the stew And the honey in the tea We're the sugar cubes, one lump or two? In the black coffee The golden crust on an apple
I'm top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice I wanna be elected I'm Yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce I wanna be elected Kids want a savior, don