(I could do most anything to you) I've got this feeling, there's something that I missed Don't you breathe, don't you breathe Something happened that I never understood You can't leave, you can't leave Every second dripping off my finger tips Wage your

He said "please don't go away" I said "it's too late" And now the whole thing's finished and I can't stop wishing That I never gave you anything But I don't let him touch me anymore I said "I'm not something to butter up And taste when you get bored

Get ready Marie, get ready Marie Get ready for dreams to come true Get ready Marie, get ready for me There’s so many things we can do She was a pretty good looking young girl And she kissed me in such a way But to get anything, she said show me the ring

You know I'm always good for a good time I'm up for just about anything as long as it's almost legal I can fit in with any old crowd, long as there's a party, they're my kind of people So if you're down with painting the town, I'll be around all night I

Taking cover in the bunker tonight Waiting for Bo Diddley's headlights I feel alright Gotta Fender Stratosphere I can do anything tonight It's in neon lights an' global rights Frank? He's on the phone There ain't no German girl outside

Or sleeping in your dress blues You never planned on the bombs in the sand Mamas and grandmamas love you What can you see from your window? I can't see anything from mine Flags on the side of the highway And scripture on grocery store signs Maybe

My eyes fall open on you It's like my dreams keep goin' on and on and on, it don't Matter what we're doin' As long as I'm with you, and I can't imagine anything I couldn't love you through the bad days There's gonna be mistakes But, baby, I'm here to stay

I'm the toughest, I'm the toughest, I'm the dub master, I'm the dub master, Said I'm rough, I'm tough, I'm rough, I'm tough Anything you can do I can do it better And I can do what you can't do, For you'll never try to do what I do And any dub that you

You'll dance to anything We are a hurricane Drop our anchors in a storm They will never be the same They're fighting with us to keep us warm 'Cause they know, I know, that they don't look like me Oh, they know, I know, that they don't sound like me

I've been on my shit, 'cause I'm hot now I ain't used to get it but I got it now You can't tell me shit, tell me nothin' Anything I want, I pull up in Two joints, that's double homicide Cop one for you and your friends Rolling papers two