I fall in love too easily I fall in love too fast And I fall in love too terribly hard For love to last My heart should be well schooled 'Cause I've been fooled Oh I've been fooled by you in the past I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's

There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new The big lights will inspire you Ooh, New York I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I'm from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of Hear it for New

I hope you never see me wind up Want a song that's indelible, like manimal, What is wrong with this animal? I'm terrible Farewell, my sweet paramania I have a choice between the bat or the belt Each time I hear about the hand you've been dealt Spare me

Would you like to go with me Down my dead end street Would you like to come with me To Village Ghetto Land See the people lock their doors While robbers laugh and steal Beggars watch and eat their meals-from garbage cans Broken glass is everywhere It's a

The handbags and the gladrags That your Granddad had to sweat so you could buy They told me you missed school today Ever seen a blind man cross the road Trying to make the other side Ever seen a young girl growing old Trying to make herself a bride So

I fink u freeky and I like you a lot Jump motherfucker Jump motherfucker jump Motherfuckers get buzzed off the sparks that I bring Guess whose got the party jumping

Fallen from grace cause I been away too long Leaving you behind with my lonesome song Now I'm lost in oblivion Close, low bright eyes fading Faster than stars falling How can I tell you I failed? Tell you I failed Now I'm lost Flew beyond the sun before

Suzy's flashing on dance floor and sings that she's expecting more swinging dreams. and she knows melody that we still keeping playing. RIFF Voce maschile

In your arms tonight yeah It will free your mind yeah Can you feel it feel it feel it feel it oh And it's all for your body It will free your mind I just want to have a good time (yeah,hmm) (It's all about having a good time)

Just let them know Call it suicide Don't fabricate Just tell them babe It was suicide Don't sugarcoat it It's loving and giving when you take too much If somebody asked how we died One, two, ready