Girl you know we got the time Got that pussy on my mind Later on, what are we doing? I know you're ready, show that ass Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory (Yeah, bet I make that

It's the same way you showed me You showed me love Glory from above It's all downhill from here Yeah, yeah oh Yeah, yeah yeah That's the way everyday goes Every time we have no control If the sky is pink and white

If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden that's bursting into life We'll do it all

Living inside, living inside, living inside (near wild heaven) Not near enough Near wild heaven Whenever we hold each other We hold each other There's a feeling that's going Something has gone wrong And I don't know how much longer I can take it House

You ain't ever coming back to me That's not how things were supposed to be You take my hand just to give it back No other lover has ever done that Can you see me Floating above your head As you lay in bed Thinking about everything That you did not do

Barbara, Santa Barbara Is there is no That’s how I know Yeah, there is no end to love Santa Barbara, Santa Barbara Then we fell into the shiny sea The weight that drags your heart down Well, that’s what took me

That’s who we are That’s how we roll The outsiders We do our talking, walk that walk Wide open rocking Our backs to the wall A band of brothers Together, alone, the outsiders

Quiet distress covers scars and bruises Quiet distress leaves us lost and desperate Quiet distress we can't afford indifference How many times, how many lies Does it take to demonstrate? To change the apathy that's ingrained The screams, the cries,

See how he always wants to be around you See him walk out the door So that's how we live, in lavender and no affection It's all talk and lavender and no affection (No affection) It's our dream, lavender and no affection There's your man, there's your man

When her song's on the radio A little crazy with a blue jean tear My baby's hands in the air don't have a care Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go. Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls. 'Cause she likes to