Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I guess you fell into the wrong hands, yeah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah And now you're F-in' with the wrong man, man (Adjust to pain) (It hurt too bad to say, to say you left me, left me) Fuckin' with the wrong man (Left me)

Cover my eyes with your hands Just pretend we're better Turn out the light There are no more surprises to come Let's be numb together 'Cause I want to be forever Like smoke in the air Float like a feather going nowhere Lost in the silence

The day has come We belong with the living dead of the night Hold on to me baby His bony hands will do you no harm It said in the cards we lost our soul to the nameless one Wake up baby and taste the dirt We're six feet under and still in love Hear the

Silent dance with death. Everything is lost. Torn by the arrival of Autumn. The blink of an eye, you know it's me. You keep the dagger close at hand. And you saw nothing. False love turned to pure hate. The wind cried a lamentation, before merging with

Don't put your lips up to my mouth and tell me you can't stay Don't slip your hand under my shirt and tell me it's okay I can't be alone with You've got me out on the edge every time you call And I know it would kill me if I fall I can't be alone with

The day that heaven had gone away There'll be no more tears to cry There'll be no long goodbyes This road without end So far away Unfaithful skies Above a faithless day This handful of gold

Take my hand We're off to never-never land Exit, light Enter, night Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I die before I wake

Don't it mean I love you Then she said Te amo, then she put her hand around my waist I told her no, she cried Te amo I told her I'm not gonna run away, but let me go My soul is awry and without asking why I said Te amo, wish somebody would tell me what

Come on down to the city of L.A Where we, we ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy You know how we keep it bumpin' everyday, baby We ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy Come on, everybody throw your hands up in the air Come on lets And you

Will a matchbox hold my clothes? But I woke up cold in hand Hey, sometimes I wonder, darling You know I haven't got so many You better pin'er up to your side Now, this tune should be easy for you to deal with All you gotta do is remember back home, You