Oh Babe, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah What I wouldn't give to Wrestle over the remote control What I wouldn't give to Hit you harder than you thought I could
I wanna know What you're thinking. There are some things you can't hide. I wanna know What you're feeling. Tell me what's on you mind. Here i am
hand is wrapped in mine The sun set for the last time Carpet stains from coffee cups Thrown to stop from hurting so much Paralyzed, I thought I'd fail
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What's on the movies What's on the tube What's on a woman's mind I don't have a clue What's with this cell phone What the hell is wrong with my car I
I'm in my sin So what's the use of getting sober When you're gonna get drunk again I went out last night about half past one Thought I'd whoop it up
painstaking saga fits. downhill path looked over. wide range of discreet jokes. utopia is fine. glorious phase tailored nicely. regular ruin freshly disabled
She walks in as I'm walking out Should I try this once again? Should I try this once again? And as we kiss, I remember how it felt To fall in love when
Behold what manner of love That we can be called Your children Behold what manner of grace That we can see Your face Unmerited favor resting on me Unspeakable
i want is just two answers from you now just where do you get off? and what made you think you'd get away this time? TRUST ME you'd much rather have
What I wouldn't give to wrestle over the remote control What I wouldn't give to hit you harder than you thought I could with the pillow And we stop just
Oh yeah, babe yeah yeah yea What I wouldn't give to Wrestle over the remote control What I wouldn't give to Hit you harder than you thought I could With
As the director castes his crew I can finally see you here all lights out man your stations the curtains fold don't forget your lines I can't breathe
Write a song, and the pens bleeds through When I?m writing lyrics it?s hard not too In my Chuck Taylor shoes, I?m dressed in black Thinking of a song
grow up but it?s apart of our life (oh) If I had a chance I would hold your hand until the day I die (oh) Oh how I?d love you So I?ll hold you tight
Whats on the movies Whats on the tube Whats on a woman's mind I don't have a clue Whats with this cell phone What the hell is wrong With my car I think
been missing Oh-oah-ho... [ Variations thereon ] I found a house On a hill by the lake Every morning pull the water Stack the wood, and then wait At night I found another I'd