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(Tyler, Perry)
Checkmate honey beat you at your own damn game
No dice honey I'm livin' on a astral plane
Feets on the ground and your head's goin' down the drain
Oh heads I win tails you lose to the never mind
Where to draw the line
A Indian summer Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet net winner and rarely ever left the store
She sing and dance all night and wrong all the right outta me
Oh pass me the vile and cross your fingers it don't take time
Nowhere to draw the line
Hi ho silver we were singin' all your cowboy song
Oh you told Carrie and promised her you wouldn't be long
Heads I win tails you lose lord it's such a crime
No dice honey you the salt you're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey you're the only one who's got ta choose
Where to draw the line
Checkmate don't be late
Take another pull
That's right impossible
When you got to be yourself
You're the boss of the toss
The dice the price
Grab yourself a slice
Know where to draw the line
Oooh- ahhh
Oooh- ahhh
Oooh- ahhh
Oooh- ahhh
Oooh- ahhh
Oooh- ahhh
Oooh- ahhh
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(Tyler, Perry)
Kickin' down the road
Feelin' mighty slowed
With the likes of you
Gettin' mighty spaced
Never had a taste
Of what you're goin' through
I can't bitch
Went from rags to riches
Then to ragtime screamin' the blues
I Wanna Know Why
Everybody's good intentions
Try to make a fool outta me
I Wanna Know Why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Try to make a fool outta me
Swing low
Sweet cherry-o
When a strange love showed me the way
You see more
Can't keep a score
When the whore's comin' on for the play
I Wanna Know Why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool outta me
I Wanna Know Why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Try to make a fool outta me
E. Poe
Eatin' crow
Wonder if he knowed that the raven was mad
Time passed
And words lost the last
Of the best thing he ever had
I Wanna Know Why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool outta me
I Wanna Know Why
Everybody's good intentions
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Try to make a fool outta me
Oh, play rough
Can't get enough
So they try to make a fool out of me
Lordy
Ain't foolin' me
Ain't ghoulin' me
Ain't foolin' me
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(Tyler, Hamilton, Douglas)
Arriving in boats
Black hooded coats
Tormentors climbed into my room
I crawled under my bed
Covered my head
But they're flushin' me out with a broom
The leader, she's small
Pinned my ass to the wall
For my seeds or she'd be losin' her past
Time after time
She'd be readin' my mind
But she never got the feelin' to last
Celebrate, celebrate, celebraid it
This is the critical mass
So far so good
I heard the other say
So good so far
They're takin' me away
I drink to you
Your mind, her ass
We'll take a drink And break the glass
Celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it
This is the critical mass
Now the tallest of two
With a brush full of blue
Paints surrealist scenes on the wall
So I tell her for fun
That it's really well done
But she just ain't listenin' at all
She points to my heart
Tellin' me if I'm smart
I'll practice and phase
Out and admit
When the shoe doesn't fit
And I went screaming out down the hall
Really need it
Really need your love
Really need your love
Need your love love love
Just then I heard a poundin' on the door
We're all here, sang the voice of twenty more
I drink to you alas
We'll take a drink and break the glass
Celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it
We are the critical mass
Time and space
Is takin' me away
Time erase
Don't know the time of day
Time and space
Is takin' me away
Time erase
Don't know the time of day
Time and space
Is takin' me away
Time erase
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(Tyler, Perry)
Take me on you rocking whores
Hit the lights and shut your doors
Grab your ankles everyone
Ain't my way of having fun
Can't give it up
Gotta get it up
Give it up
C'mon Nancy
Can't give it up
Get it up
For your fancy
Gotta get it up
Get it up
C'mon Nancy
Can't get it up
Gotta get it up
Get it up
For your fantasies my ass don't speculate
I'm just your slave your master's bait
And lots of luck into the night
Just waitin' for the bright light fright
Can't give it up
Gotta give it up
Get it up
C'mon Nancy
Can't give it up
Get it up
For your fancy
Gotta get it up
Get it up
C'mon Nancy
Get it up
Gotta get it up
C'mon Nancy
Really have a good time
Really have a good time
Suckin' up the moonshine
Up underneath her clothesline
Really have a good time
Love me 'til the sun
Can't give it up
Gotta get it up
Get it up
C'mon Nancy
Can't get it up
Gotta get it up
Get it up
Get it up
For your fancy
Gotta get it up
Give it up
Get it up
C'mon Nancy
Can't get it up
Gotta get it up
Get it up
Get it up
Get it up and down and all around
Take the ride and paint the town
Slow me down and make it fast
Scream almost and make it last
You know you gotta really have a good time
You know your really gonna really have a good time
Suckin' up the moonshine
Up underneath the her clothesline
You know your really gonna
Really have a good time
You know you really wanna
Love me 'til the sun
Can't get it up
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(Perry)
It's the dawn of the day and I'm crashed and I'm smashed
As it is I'm feelin' like my chips are cashed
All of my clothes strewn all over the room
The crisis at hand is I'm all out of zoom
I got the sunlight blues
I can't find my shoes
The only thing on TV
Is the good morning news
The tricks of the night keepin' me in a daze
We'll open a bottle and I'll pull down the shades
Glance in the mirror back into bed
Forget that it's day time to party again
I got the sunlight blues
I can't find my shoes
The only thing on TV
Is the good morning news
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Go gimme the night
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Go gimme the night
I got the sunlight blues
I can't find my shoes
The only thing on TV
Is the good morning news
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Go gimme the night
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Go gimme the night
I got the sunlight blues
I can't find my shoes
The only thing on TV
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(Tyler, Kramer, Whitford, Hamilton, Douglas)
Long ago in days untold
Were ruled by lords of greed
Maidens fair with gold they dared
To bare their wombs that bleed
Kings And Queens and guillotines
Taking lives denied
Starch and parchments laid the laws
When bishops took the ride
Only to deceive
Oh I know I
Lived this life before
Somehow I know now
Truths I must be sure
Tossin' turnin', nightmares burnin'
Dreams of swords in hand
Sailing ships, the Viking spits
The blood of father's land
Only to deceive
Living times of knights and mares
Raising swords for maidens fair
Sneer at death
Fear only loss of pride
Living other centuries
Deja vú or what you please
Follows true
To all who do or die
Screams of no reply
They died
Screams of no reply
And died
Lordy Lordy they died
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(Tyler, Kramer, Hamliton, Whitford, Douglas)
Doctor doctor doctor
Please doctor doctor please
Doctor doctor doctor
Feel like a old disease
Doctor doctor doctor
Get your sweet ass off the floor
Doctor doctor doctor
I can't refuse any loose hearted lady anymore
I scream your name into the crowd
You feel the flame but you ain't proud
Maybe your attitude ain't right
So all that's left for me to do is bite the hand that feeds me feeds me
Doctor doctor doctor
Doctor doctor please
All things you put me through
What the hell you want me to
Do all the things that Uncle John needs
I ain't the dog that bites the hand that feeds me
In the middle of with a spittle of
Et tu like birds of a feather
When another day love another way
Push shove make love play
Never never never ever
Never ever never ever
Na na na na
Doctor doctor doctor
Please do a what you can
Doctor doctor doctor
Would you please give my life a hand
All things you put me through
What the hell you want me to
Do all the things that Uncle John needs
I ain't the dog that bites the hand that feeds me yeah
Doctor doctor doctor
Please doctor doctor please
Doctor doctor doctor
Doctor doctor doctor
Doctor doctor doctor
Doctor doctor doctor
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(Tyler, Perry, Douglas, Johansen)
Goin' downtown goin' down goin' down
'Neath the city eatin' ground round
Underground is pretty gritty
I turned the screw she held the light
That's when I knew she was a
Sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes
Playin' no fair sleepin' under stairs
Downtown's a pity takin' fair square
Never where it's pretty gritty
I turned the screw she held the knife
Oh holy Jesus
She's a sight for sore eyes
Oh she's a nitty nitty nitty
A sight for sore eyes
Oh she's a nitty gritty
Turnin' in style
Walk a mile for your titty
Naked foul while under there
Underwear that's pretty gritty
Hey don't you know people
She's a love lust hussy
She left oh she rust me
Dear old girl
She was a sight for sore eyes but she was sittin' pretty
Sight for sore eyes she was a nitty gritty
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Peeled back and parted
Even in the car
It was delight or demise
I'm livin' like a leopard king
Sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
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(Arnold)
Well I tried everything
Just to get along with you
And I'm gonna tell ya just
What I'm gonna do
Well I'm sick of all your cryin'
When you should be leavin me alone
If you don't believe me
You pack my bag I'm gone
Won'tcha please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
You almost lost your love girl
When your ol' man ain't around
Won'tcha please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
Won't ya please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
Well you best believe that I love ya baby
When your ol' man ain't around
New dance
Go
Won'tcha you please
Don't that sun sun look look good good goin' down
Won't ya please wooh
Don't that sun look good goin' down
Well you best believe that I love ya baby
When your ol' man ain't around
And around and around
And around and around
And around and round
and round and round
and round and round
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