Are you frightened by the weight you possess or.. Is this life just weightlessness This smoggy twilight in L.A. I cant think of one real thing to say And Robby Williams is Walking in the Canyons Forgets that we were friends I guess it all depends on your mood Why cant these meds be any damn Good and she Said
why cant you be like my water based shower massager A sweet, relible machine And to tell the truth, I dont feel less alone A water massagers the purest love She's ever known Why cant you be, like when i was 13
Why cant you be, like an all house foreign movie, Frank and sexy, when were losing all week and you looked at me and
Why cant you be, a little more of a mystery why cant you be, the part of me thats missing, instead of leaving me for some other said were perfect for each other and i know we wont go spend our lives, alone Why cant you be like an all house government contract
kicking some secret special powers illumination rounds in showers cause its tearing your hair out what we could have a better power Why cant you be like the chicks out on the road
some girls are happy just to see me cause you got marceana broken nose taken away from this prose
sometimes a blow jobs not enough why cant you play... a little less rough
why cant yo ube the part of me thats missing instead of leaving me for some other said were perfect for each other and i know we wont go spend our lives... alone
can we, just leave it be and we can live, our lives, separately
Could you forget, what happens to you you and me When were dead, and there will be a day we'll have eternity And i will spend it all This and you, seeing you and me
So all of my life I will always be
Why cant you be like a little deeper into me like JD Salinger, why do i challenge her
In all these selfish ways that you displease why cant you be, a little morbidity Why cant you be like a handled cigarette Im not joking, this masochistic self pity Ive spoken in this civic city
I keep provoking you, believe me
she said, Why cant you be like a candle i can snuff your still a diamond in the ruff and is swear to god ive had enough How can I... call your bluff.
Compositor: Stephan Douglas Jenkins (Puck) ECAD: Obra #16832262