Somehow We've gone wrong Chorus: This Jesus thing, it's a smash hit It's packaged right All stocks have split, it's a smash hit It's gone worldwide
O Lord, it's embarrassing I have been a cause for concern "Hallelujah" all the angels sing When castaways choose to return And so before this sun sets
I wrote this song today Pool side at Flamingo Bay Underneath the coconut trees This sun-baked symphony A little ditty with a melody Drifted to me on
She's a neon girl, She follows that buzz To where it's found, 'cause she's the scene Tinsel town calls her the queen And that's alright, but if you
I want a Pavarotti voice 'Cause I'm a scary Connick A solo show with the Philharmonic No fake Monet Hey, the real Van Gogh ASeventeen, Cover Girl, Vogue
don't cry Just try to remember the time When all your pitfalls and fears Became mine And when we fall apart Just one thing takes me back to the start
I'm a sloppy drunk But it's worse when I'm sober And these memories Are what I couldn't show her These words are not for real This is just how
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Last call has come and gone for us down at our favorite bar. We got more beer at home but we can't walk cuz' its too far Got a brand new set of wheel
You gotta understand You gotta understand It's just a fact That you must attack You gotta get it while you can Well, everyone's gonna be a big star
big star Everyone's gonna drive a fast car Everyone's gonna be in charge Because everybody's business Is everybody's business Well, everyone's gonna be a big star
Please take me home Starla dear I'm all alone When you can't decide what's on your mind It's clear I'm here, starla dear To disappear takes so much time Starla
from "Austin Powers: Goldmember" soundtrack Who is the man making a scene, fashion of green Living it out and living it up to his name Who wants some
Greg Camp Tell me why we're all gluttons for pain The girl is totally insane She doesn't know the meaning of tame Still I can't put out the flame
you're an All Star get your game on, go play Hey now you're a Rock Star get the show on get paid And all that glitters is gold Only shooting stars break
(It's getting better all the time) I used to get mad at my school (no, I can't complain) The teachers who taught me weren't cool (no, I can't complain
re an All Star get your game on, go play Hey now you're a Rock Star get the show on get paid And all that glitters is gold Only shooting stars break the
I can't get enough of you baby I can't get enough of you baby Yes it's true Baby yes it's true Whenever we kiss I get a feeling like this I get to wishin