Hey, man, get away from me Parading to the masses, we're coming so fresh to death I've been stealing looks from shadows you conjure with your purse Yeah, you're walking in stilettos, but your nose is bleeding out I've been running from the devil, but the

Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, She looks so fine Like champagne or wine No one ever gets her Oh ain't she cool Plays us for fools If we want to let her Across the room she sees some buffoon Blown away by her style

Ah, it's what love looks like, in a world of reproach, Completely absorbed in that too Exciting over fair, always daily forward, always the power to choose In your eyes, what love looks like, it's still the longest thing that I do In your eyes, the

Nobody compares to you There's gotta be some way to get you to want me like before 'Cause no one ever looks so good in a dress And it hurts 'cause I know you won't be mine tonight Now all my friends say it's not really worth it But even if that's true

Let it go, let it go Let the storm rage on The cold never bothered me anyway The snow glows white on the mountain tonight Not a footprint to be seen A kingdom of isolation And it looks like I'm the queen The wind is howling like this swirling storm

I'm not okay You wear me out Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way For all the dirty looks For photographs your boyfriend took Remember when you broke your foot from

Oh you Pretty Things Don't you know you're driving your Mamas and Papas insane And it looks as though they're here to stay All the strangers came today Let me make it plain You gotta make way for the Homo Superior Wake up you sleepy head Put on some

I can't help feelin' like I do I've always bee the kind of man to jump the gun, and cut and run. Stayin' one step agead of that ol' ball and chain. Settlin' down never crossed my mind. It was easier to leave the knot untied. It looks like a lot of things

She's got a boyfriend anyway Do you say no And this is how it starts You take your shoes off in the back of my van My shirt looks so good When it's just hanging off your back And she said use your hands and my spare time We've got one thing in common

Too paid to freestyle. He's looking good Where's my coffee? Good morning doctor carter (hey sweetie) Looks like its going to be a long day. (another one what we got?) Your first patient (yeah) Is suffering from a lack of concept (uh-huh) Originality (ugh)