And it's your face, I'm looking for On every street There's gotta be a record of you some place You gotta be on somebodys books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

To feel so bad, to feel so good, to let it be misunderstood, A quiet room is what you get, an empty glass, an unmade bed, A picture window with a view, and all I think about is you Now I long to lose my senses to love you all over again. The shouted

Whoo, black diamond Picture's only begun Got you under their thumb Out on the streets for a living Your day is sorrow and madness Out on the street for a living Darkness will fall on the city It seems to follow you too

And when she call me I might pick up I pull up on her, paint a picture I know you want me to be witcha But, baby I can't take no pictures She want Balmain, baby them is small things I'm balling, I might pull up when she calling No small change, walking

These dreams And I put another picture in a frame So until you come home Live beyond the dark Give unto the heart Have every shade of blue With every part of you Of simple afternoons in your arms

I don't miss you at all That you left behind I don't miss you It doesn't hurt When I think of you And all the things we'll Never get to do I don't dream at night about the way we were I tore up the pictures, crossed out all the words

Seems like lately there's a whole lot of leavin' goin' on I close my eyes and picture you're hand in mine I still hear your voice that takes me back to that time Where I can find a reason to be strong It's pretty cold for late September And autumn wind

It's a passion, and emotion, it's a fashion, Burlesque It'll move you, goin' through you, so do what I do, Burlesque Can you feel me, can you feel it? It's Burlesque. E-X-P-R-E-S-S, love, sex Ladies no regrets Can you imagine what would happen if I let

I know you want this for life But I can't have no wife Taking pictures with all my ice I just want you for the night Fuck you so good you be calling out the Christ Bottles of the Tech got it laid on ice We spent four seasons at the Four Seasons twice You

On your own tonight You're all alone tonight Wasted it all On yourself tonight You're by yourself tonight Take it all One last thing for ya There ain't nothing left Photographs my picture by my bed