to a place As I gazed into her ageless eyes I've seen The girl in glass With eyes so green And there she lay In a perfect dream The girl in glass I'
: No one looks in this place for motive or any hope But for the dead shot of an amber glass The blue light of a votive The rain obscured the window
I'm through with the thugging and the hanging all night Oh, baby Let me tell you, girl, I'll never sell you, girl Your heart's made out of glass
She flew a plane into my heart And things fall apart Wash away my sins in a shower of glass [Hook:] [Grand Puba:] "Time recognise how uncivilized we got" "Damn girl
redundant, funded I don't give a fuck, more bang for your buck You got shit to talk, you got's dick to suck Repent my sins, wipe the prints leave the
No one looks in this place for motive or any hope But for the dead shot of an amber glass, the blue light of a votive Rain obscured the window as the
the ESPN Open the gates and doors, let the games begin Givin' it up yeah cause I spike the gin Party all week, Sunday confess my sins Wake up on Monday
I viewed anyhow She couldn't have been it for me the only girl I'd ever go out with I didn't want to waste my youth in a girl's house to the sound of
Hard to say exactly when the devil blinded me But there was some confusion when my sweet wife left this world Darker times, drunken crimes, a dead young working girl
GIRL She worked next to me last summer: THIRD GIRL Once a week we used to play: SECOND GIRL And she knew how to read: GIRL She would smile at the foreman
actually you're not. She's not looking anymore for someone to feel sorry for so don'cha come round no more. She's got pretty fake eye-lashes, slanted plastic glasses
25 Hail Marys to repeat every night Then I asked him am I free to go repeating all of my sins I am the real thing Chorus You can look to the princess In her high glass
walk these streets of New York Shattered glass on the floor, from the mirror that I broke in the room So God just forgive me, for all of my sins And maybe
No one looks in this place for motive or any hope But for the dead shot of an amber glass The blue light of a votive The rain obscured the window As
homie skippin' classes Checked his ash tray for ashes Plus he threw away his glasses Now he think he need a chain and some Timberland boots If she don't look like the girls