Knowin' that bad guys tell mad lies? (Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass) Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys? (And why do) Dog niggas (want a honey wit class?) Why do (good girls) like bad guys Hey yo boo, why do (good girls)

War of words, no one survives These words of war cut deep inside War of words the truth, the lies These words of war hurt more and more. more and more I thought our love would never end like letters in the sand Our passion's washed away and so the tide

I will eat you all alive There'll be no more lies There's be no more lies Where I end and you begin I am up in the clouds There's a gap in between There's a gap where we meet And I'm sorry for us The dinosaurs roam the earth

I'm here to sell my little white lies (little white lies) I'm here to sell, I'm not here to buy (here to buy) Just do it! Do it! Do it! Starving for attention, you will say anything! You'll come back for more someday One more line Just for the weak What

They taped over your mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies Your little spies Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone Just the one two of us is counting on That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again Crush, crush, crush, crush, crush (one,

They taped over your mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies You little spies Crush, crush (Two, three, four!) Rock and roll, hey Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now?

One more drink at the Sunk'n Norwegian Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky One more drink, at the Sunk'n Norwegian One more drink before we have to die One more drink, before we have to die There lies a tavern down Wisconsin Way Where you can get

Stay while the melody’s sung Break like a wave on the run I do be sure I can’t say anymore I just know that it won’t last forever Don't say a word The faint cries can hardly be heard A storm lies beyond the horizon, barely

Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan Its that rap phenomenon

Fueled, these new shores burn, dark past lies cold Shadow, my sweet shadow, to you I look no more I found a flame in the burnt out ashes... burn out, burn out! I'm selling heavenly sketches A world out of my mind Ready to explode in purity to fill the