Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

I'm just sayin', you could do better I'm just sayin' you could do better And I'll start hatin', only if you make me Fuck that nigga that you love so bad I know you still think about the times we had I say fuck that nigga that you think you found (Are you

Everybody wants to change the world! But no one, no one wants to die! Make room! Make room! Burning up in the sun where the bodies add We are never gonna change the world! Down on the coffin there's a coffin or two, Dead chic, so cool, The cannibals are

White girl on me, I got cocaine Do it in the bathroom, I can feel my bones break Same clique with me at the night show I was in the back then, now I got a light show Now you want me, took a lot to make you want me now I don't love her but I love how I

I'm running out of room For your tattoos How can I get over you, over you When you're all over me? So don't tell me it's cool That I'm tattooed How can I get over you, over you? When you're all over me, yeah yeah One touch always makes me

Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably Only makes you blonder They just got taller Looks as good on records as it does on me What doesn't kill you My heels and my hotel My disposition permeates The room when I walk in the place

In A Sentimental Mood I can see the stars come thru my room Is like a flame that lights the gloom On the wings of ev'ry kiss Drift a melody so strange and sweet In this sentimental bliss you make my Paradise complete Rose pearls seem to fall It's all

Nothing can shake me from your love, it's true No one can make me feel the things you do Oh no, oh no In this room With the light of the sun in my eyes Can't recall Where I am or what I did last night Though I try and I try

Another bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, he answers twice Its really killin' that he's so willin' To make whoopee Picture a little love nest

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to