(sicx's end)

Sticky as a 'gasm
(i guess orgasm, most rap never makes sense, why the fuck should this)

I'm more hated than a nazi schwarzeniggaz is my posse...

Do you want to be an angel,
Do you want to be a star,
Do you want to play some magic on my guitar?
Do you want to be a poet,
Do you want to be my string?

you don't think the way I do
you've got your own point of view
we don't see eye to eye on many things
even when we try
I find in you what I don't in me

Got myself a girlfriend
She looks like a 10
My elbows start to tingle
When she gives me that moonshine grine

I love that woman so much
Too much like a fool

Writer(s): b. lane/r. freed


I like new york in june, how about you?
I like a gershwin tune, how about you?
I love a fireside when a storm is due.
How about you?

Chan goes to shanghai,
Chan hitchhikes to shanghai,
Chan goes to shanghai,
Chan hitchhikes to shanghai,
Chan goes to shanghai,
Chan hitchhikes to shanghai,

I remember things
We weren't in the plan
Long ago when i was a young man
Never tried to hide
Never really saw the
House that holds
The hawk's head cold
Is mine yes

Falling in love was the
Last thing i had on my mind
Holding you is a warmth
That i thought i could never find
(sitting here all alone)
Just trying to decide

(mark mcguinn)

She introduced herself as amy, said call me caroline for short
I just moved in three doors down so i wouldn't be the girl next door