Yeah, yeah, yeah I can feel a phoenix inside of me As I march alone to a different beat Slowly swallowing down my fear Yeah, yeah I am ready for the
It was your smile it was your style That had me gone from the jump It was your name it was your sign That made want to run Fly me to Vegas Packing my
(Don't you feel sorry, don't you feel sorry...) Broken like a crooked smile A little hunched over but I walked that mile I've woken from a fuzzy dream
Mmmmm.... Hey little girl, when you grow up Don't make the same mistakes I did Learn to say no, I've had enough Then nothing and no one can harm you
[Holiday celebration] [Holiday celebration] If we took a holiday Took some times to celebrate Just one day out of life We're gonna have a celebration
Oh Yeah Mmmm I'd wait on you forever and a day Hand and foot Your world is my world Yeah Ain't no way you're ever gon' get Any less than you
Black star, black star Forever you will be A shining star, shining star Be whatever you can be A rock star, rock star You will always be A black star
This is the last time, you say After the last you line you break It's not even a holiday Nothing to celebrate You give a hundred reasons why And say
She ain't gonna tie me down So why you on the road? Buying all the shirts, all the hats, all the clothes? What you want right now? What up right now?
You know you love me, I know you care Just shout whenever, and I'll be there You are my love, you are my heart And we will never, ever, ever be apart
Now you've been bad, and it goes on and on and on 'Til you come home, babe, 'til you come home Beauty's past, the poison you've learned to love is gone
Once I throw on this, once I throw on this Its over girl Once I throw on this, once I throw on this Its over girl. I hear you knock knock knock baby
We're cheering for America's sweethearts But I must confess I'm in love with my own sins We're cheering for America's sweethearts But I must confess
I am no angel I like it when you do that stuff to me I am no angel I like it when you talk, talk dirty when you talk, talk Dirty talk Kitten heels,
Woah, oh oh, oh I had a dream last night I didn't know which floor to get off on, hey The doors, they opened on 4 and 5 and 6 And you were gone, all
The time has come to set aside The stories we're told And talk about the children growing old For building blocks and colour books Will soon fade away
I'm not a crybaby, I'm the crybaby A caterpillar that got stuck Mr. Moth come quick with any luck A long walk to a dark house A Roman candle heart keep
I am an arms dealer Fitting you with weapons in the form of words And I don't really care which side wins As long as the room keeps singing That's just