You face me in silence and hope is in your eyes Unspoken yet pleading you wait for my reply Alone now I tremble in want of your embrace Let not tears fall for me, let me show the way Don't know why you have such belief in m To justify this I'd try

Daddy can you see me? I'm putting on a show In the magazines, hear me on the radio So what do you think huh? (Well I hope that your proud now, to watch it all go down) I'm sorry daddy you didn't get to watch me grow Now I'm always on the road no time to

You just you just, fooling around with me You're so beautiful, you just lay it on me Foxy lady you really are the greatest show in town You want to play, you wanna eat your cake and have it your way You've got it easy and you don't give a damn Foolin'

I I I wanna go o o all the way ay ay Taking out my freak tonight I I I wanna show o o All the dir ir irt I got running through my mind Time to blow out When the lights out Shame on me

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ay, ay) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on

Come on over baby You ain't broken, you're just bent like me I'll show you something that will set you free, set you free Howl at the wind, cry on the shoulder of the road Or you can come on over, come on over baby Two lane is slick, black, heavy as the

So I wanna know What's the name of the game? Can you feel it the way I do? Tell me please, 'cause I have to know I'm a bashful child, beginning to grow And you make me talk And you make me feel And you make me show What I'm trying to conceal

Something's got a hold on me Love or somethin like it's got a hold on me It's cheap but it ain' free Show me a bar with a good lookin woman Then just get out of my way Show me the jukebox, I'll tell you a song you should play Sooner a later a few shots

James Dean went out to Hollywood A young man from a small town With a very large imagination Gave way to the sound below And put his picture in a Picture Show. Every time he clicks his Kodak pics He steals a little bit of soul. Lay alone in his room with

How can I blame you For takin' over my daydreams? I wanna scream it, I'm sorry But I can't 'cause I'm long overdue Oh I wanna blame it on you For showin' up at the party? Lookin' through me in that way Saw somethin' inside of me break