again (3x) [Will I Am] I like the way the rhythm makes me jump and move It gots the feelin' that makes me wanna do my do Got me feelin' joy, turn my grey
n I got to maintain Try not to go insane Everyday I'm facing complications Motions happenin in tha game Temptations of the [? ] Shaking a grey [? ] I
way This is the story of my life And I, ride it everyday I know, it isn't black and white And it's anything but grey I know, you know I'm not allright
shell. Leave the widower in his private hell. Leave the liberty in that broken bell today. Leave the epic poem on its yellow page. Leave the grey macaw
: Black dog barking in the cold grey light He pulls the chain and he pulls it tight This ain't no lonesome wail that boy ain't faking He bites the steel
vous coucher avec moi Lil' Kim: yea yea yea yea Pink: He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up Boy drank all that Magnolia wine All her black satin
they go to war It's a place where the wicked are rewarded, and money in the power's too important The skies turning grey and the ocean turned black, I
be False images of my mind mislead And I swear that the blue stain on my t-shirt is just fine And I swear that the grey scar on my black face is not
: All alone, staring on Watching her life go by When her days are grey And her nights are black Different shades of mundane And the one eyed furry toy
: I don't care if Monday's blue Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too Thursday I don't care about you It's Friday I'm in love Monday you can fall apart Tuesday
: Oh you know how it is Wake up feeling blue And everything that could be wrong is Including you Black clouds and rain and pain in your head And all
the meads A fading rose was on her cheeks Her honey eyes dreaming wild Full beautiful, a fairy-child And on the floor she's all alone I sit upon this cold, grey
in the meads A fading rose was on her cheeks Her honey eyes dreaming wild Full beautiful, a fairy-child And on the floor she's all alone I sit upon this cold, grey
the dark's standing deep in fern white robe's waving in fog like her pitch-dark hair your past was grey, your future is black tears of extinct days stream
: The dark and cold wastelands of Grey dust softens when my downturned triangular teardrops covers the ground This secret got lost to the shepherd's
She?s got some family there She was always talkin? ?bout The salty Gulf Coast air Where the river ends Down the Rio Grande. I saw an old grey heron
and get it soon I'm waiting on the fire escape I'm not exactly well I'm neither red nor black nor white I'm grey and blown to hell Tin machine Tin machine
: Storm coming in me, bad weather just makes me breathe Watch as the sky turns grey, life ebbs and flows away Wait, before I go, I'll make them all eat