It never entered my mind Once you warned me that if you scorned me I'd say a lonely prayer again And wish that you were there again To get into my hair again Once I laughed when I heard you saying That I'd be playing solitaire Uneasy in my easy chair And

I'm just a soiled dirty boy, Mutilate and sew my new clothes for masquerading, Aprons of flesh corpse scalped hair with skin upon my face, Cold and silent, soiled face I will wash it all away, With my love, That's all she's ever needed, from me It's my

I couldn't resist him His eyes were like yours His hair was exactly the shade of brown He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell It was dark and I was lying down You are everything ' he means nothing to me I can't even remember his name Why're you so

Who are you Who who who who I woke up in a Soho doorway The policeman knew my name He said, "You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away" I staggered back to the underground The breeze blew back my hair I remembered throwing punches

Through my head, All the life running through her hair, Dreams are made winding through my head, The piercing radiant moon, The storming of poor June, Approaching guiding light, Our shallow years in fright, Before you know, Awake, Your lives are open

Your hair messed up like a Guns-N-Roses video Ooh ooh so hot Still got it up in my head, you were moving around in the TV light I said "Hey hey baby do you wanna come over?" You say "No way", then you move in closer Next thing I know you were wearing my

I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown Ain't gonna paint this pretty face, like you paint the town I ain't wastin' good mascara, just to watch it runnin' down I could spend an hour on my makeup and my hair Shoes to tall, dress to small, and

It’s good shit (I like it when you play with my hair) You know it when you see it You know it when it’s there Like Michael Jackson Thriller Like Farrah Fawcett Hair It’s good shit (I like it when you play with my hair) Support for Capital Cities comes

It's hard enough being alone Sitting here by the phone Waiting for my memories To come and play It's hard enough sitting there Rockin' in your rockin' chair It's all too much for me to take When you're not there I'm older than I wish to be

Down in the valley, ha In the valley so low, Hang your hair over your shoulder And you can hear the four winds blow, now, oh my Now can't you hear the wind blow my love, Can't you hear the wind blow, We're down in the valley, ha In the valley so low,