rapture Death was a concept I didn't want to capture The laughter singing over ?mantress d? Street colleagues slow up, Their man got tow up Guts be throw up
Miss you most of all When all those autumn leaves start to fall Drifting by my window They come up over the wall Why does a good thing have to do end
sorry for me 'Cause I'm right where the universe wants me to be A lesson that I needed to learn But that doesn't mean that it doesn't burn Don't you
t shit so you could tell me my mind's made up had my back to the exact day crab apple came up now i'm worldwide like dot com, just look the name up www
poured me out a drink I sniffed and crossed myself My hand decided that the time was nigh And for a moment it slipped from view And when it returned, it fairly burned
the shirt I was wearing And the way I was staring when I saw your face And how I felt as unstable As the patio table that September day And Madonna
can I stand in silence while you are tearing? Rape ritual Jenny, ho, slut, trick, bitch, buddy Terms that burn in our popular brutality That media camera's at you, trying to show you what's up
-up remains ever after immortal as all around dies. Our boys have gone away, Our boys, our boys have gone away. Our men have returned all tattered and burned
Fake criminals, you so unfortunate Only bid you ever did was on my old Lexus after I auctioned it See me in the street and, straight bitch up Keeping they mouth closed like they lips stitched up
day And could see what kind of madness Was stirring around in your head She said my birth sign is 'Scorpio' We ate ourselves up and burn ourselves out
mic 'Cause we're, jussumen that's on the mic 'Cause we're, jussumen that's on the mic Jussumen that's on the mic Diggity yes, back up, I just come like
up in ya Before I woulda done anything to see you nude Now you ??? hump or gotta nease noff like Ebeneezer Scrooge It ain't no more pickin you up dressed
Unh Aww, who that be? Misdameaner on the M-I-C! [Madonna] Get into the groove Let me show you some moves Best to take it from me, yeah Get up on your
All: Ra-ma-la-ma! They're gonna cut your ding-dong! Listen to Jesus, Jimmy! Jesus: Gotta give it up for Lent, boy! (Listen to Jesus, Jimmy!) Or wind up
And you can dance For inspiration Come on I'm waiting Chorus: Get into the groove Boy you've got to prove Your love to me, yeah Get up on your feet,
your face in the doorway Oooh, turned around and it slipped away My body's shaking with the cold I'm feeling tired, feeling old And I see your fire burning bright Now please wake up