Piece by piece But piece by piece, he collected me up Off the ground, where you abandoned things Piece by piece he filled the holes that you burned in me Six years old and you know He never walks away He never asks for money He takes care of me Piece by

Sex magik sex magik Blood sugar baby She's magik Blood sugar crazy Blood sugar sucker fish How many pieces Do you wish

But if you want the answers, From a post up high, From where you see the ships afar, From a well trained eye, The waves all keep on crashing by, If you are the light post, Then you own the working class, You better give a piece of ass,

With a little piece of moonlight, a couple cans of Bud Light Where I can cuddle with my baby and I can pull her real close No, I don't wanna go unless heaven's got a dirt road When a preacher talks of heaven, he paints it real nice He says, you better

One for the liar One for the cheat One for the man who you'll never meet Piece of the action and a portion of pie They'll be there waiting when your big chance comes by I could stand but I don't like the feeling I could fall but I'm always on the floor

How could you be the better part of me When we're only half of what we used to be? Today, could you see, this isn't what we need And I'm leaving all the pieces how they fell So goodbye, farewell What am I to say? I'm all wrapped up in apathy And I don't

Won't you come round my way For some conversation, please It's a conversation piece Oh won't you come round my way Take me back to California To those crystal neon signs The traveling sensation I'm blinded by the light There are eyes on every corner

Little by little, day by day There's a little piece of heaven Right here where you are The fact that you keep trying Is what sets you apart. Help me find the reason And I'll help you find the way To get rid of all your pain Now don't you be afraid

You're yearning, wearing thin Searching for something I know what you're hiding but they can't see what you've got What you've got, baby, what you've got, baby Quit crying and stop trying to be someone you're not What you're not baby, what you're not

So we love how she fit inna the clothes With the fat piece of twingy twanga exposed (God Knows) Gal model and gal no stop pose Cause you naw drop off like Mikey J's nose (It shows) Top gal and me well want a doe so come on Baby girl it's time to get