But I still miss you. Everything seems like a city of dreams, I never know why, There she's standing in a field of lights, I close my eyes, And I still miss you. And I still miss you, But I still miss you,

My girl is superbad That's a fact, knock your train right off the track Ooh, she's a classy girl My girl is superbad, super-stacked Got no time for photographs, watch out! And everything she does, it's always by design She's a miracle, she got everybody

Wake up from a dream She's my ever-everything I need her more than anything She's my tranquility (uh) I can't go to sleep Without her next to me So I'm sure she's the one for me (me) Da-la, la-la-la-la, la-la, yeah Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh

Why I never walked away Why I played myself this way Now I see your testing me pushes me away The sacrifice of hiding in a lie The sacrifice is never knowing Everything falls apart Even the people who never frown eventually break down Everything has to

Need a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see I come from the ashes of molten hatred Raised by the demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have

Everything I love is there inside She's got long blonde hair and deep big eyes I got all I ever need when at girl is by my side A little brick house on the Oklahoma-Texas Line Got an old dog, it don't like me much That thing starts to bark his head off

I blame you And I blame you For everything you do For all the scars I bare And breathing all my air For everything I'll ever do Shifting through the ashes And scratching through my life And how sick is it to live with the promises

Girl, girl, girl, girl Dear diary, it's happenin' again This energy, like I'm 'bout to win I just close my eyes and visions appear She's everything I want, and it's crystal clear Not even Marilyn Monroe Who Cleopatra please Not even Joan of Arc That

Need a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see I come from the ashes of molten hatred Raised by the demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have

She's got it all my heart my soul my wishes All of my love my hugs my kisses Everything that means anything at all All my life I been hopin' I could give someone such devotion Every sweet memory I can recall She got it all She's got every quality From A