Fortune, seller Finder, seeker Giver, taker Wisdom keeper Fortune, sailing Finder, seeker Giver, taker Wisdom maker Take hold of the answer Give life
What's a Dad for Dad? Tell me why I'm here Dad? Whisper in my ear That I'm growing up to be a better man, Dad Everything is fine Dad Proud that you are
As the evening sun goes down The Dealer shuffles into town Makes a note of what's a float And spinning 'round, he'll cut your throat In the time it takes
So I took my guitar And I threw down some chords And some words I could sing without shame And I soon had a song I played it around For some friends
That puts me in a good mood Thinkin' about surfing Wow, you should go surfing You should go surfing Surf this groovy vibe, aah I'm gonna be a rich girl
I know a shoe salesman He's an acquaintance of mine One day he showed me some Marks on his arm in a line I did not know what to say "Do you think those
Well, I cannot be your lover and I will not be your friend Well, I know you say you need me but I have no time to spend We could talk like this for hours
Every now and then You find someone you really like, But sometimes in the end They may not fit you right My baby's in love with a shoe salesman The man
Two hearts, throwing off sparks Young and in love with our freedom Moonlight, those soft Southern nights We were both ripe to fall Well, I was out on
This is a place that has no soul No will to live no where to go This is a time of much despair In a world where gold rules all The fools are quickly
This is just our little memo To remind you of my demo Put in the mail a week ago Haven't heard it on the radio Good mornin', song seller I suppose we
Now the book is called Stories from the Nerve Bible and what I mean by the Nerve Bible is the body. And parts of the body appear and disappear throughout
Life is hard we all know But like the sun we glow Try to dictate to us how to act We're always fighting back So many moves we make we realise We ain't
[Chorus: Trey Songz] Anything I want I can buy it That's why I always keep bad women beside me I got something that they need I got something that they
There was moonlight and laughter That danced on the sands And bloodstained pianos Are played without hands Such a promising music Sweet whispers and
Swell, they call me the super salesman 'cause selling is all I do. I've got an endless stash Of expensive trash I want to sell to you-- 'cause I'm a super
wanting you to know you've lost all taste Disrespect me and I'll smash your face. And I don't care if you sell your own. begin to stare grabing hold of