: Grab the keys to my car I'm on my way Can you tell me just where I'm going Occupational skills Don't have a clue 'Cause my minds in motion Just trying
Walking out of the door, I'm on my way Can you tell me just where I'm going Occupational skills would you give me a clue What to do 'cause my minds in
Grab the keys to my car I'm on my way Can you tell me just where I'm going Occupational skills Don't have a clue 'Cause my minds in motion Just trying
Übersetzung: Smash Mouth. Come On Come On (East Bay Sessions).
You must admit that, You look like shit 'Cause you've been awake all week Sometimes it's placed that You call your gaskets Up to your accelerating deep
Steve: We're gonna get some hoes tonight Let's go get some hoes (2x) You drive, and I know, 'Cause we're gonna get some hoes (laugh) Steve: Rock,
Watching for a sound to lead me to where ever you go I can't help it I will always love you Chorus: It used to be no words could come between us
Waking up in the morning My X is calling she tells me to get a job She tells me that I'm a slob But still she's calling Until 3 in the morning I
If you don't wanna be Like all the rest of them Like all my so called friends Walk with me, stand by me Take what you want from me Get what you
Chorus: You think it's fun you think it's fun and games Can't tell you 'cause you know everything You know right from wrong but you do it anyway Can
I caught you looking at yourself Don't worry about it you look fine How did you get your hair so tight Kicking things, you might as well fight It's
I lose my solitude I see myself in you I don't like what I see If my voice like you in sounds What the hell is going down I'm so pissed off at myself
the run I won't apologize I won't be telling lies How could you, why would you Take advantage of and leave me of my love Then leave Smash my windows
Just when I thought everything would be ok Just when I started to believe that everything was going my way Out came the cloud from under my feet Crashing
I don't love you but I want to Just give me something I can hold on to Come on baby and speed your lust to me Here's my number on a cocktail napkin
She's 15 and she's leaving home Living on the streets where she don't feel alone Daddy's always gone and mommy's on the sauce Living in a mansion
Why don't you condone it Why don't you set me free I don't think you own it Cause it belongs to me And if I ever want to take it back You try to lie