Baby when I think about you All I want to do Be by your side Take a little ride Take a little Baby you know I?m all about you And all I want to do Is
Seven turns on the highway Seven rivers to cross Sometimes you feel like you could fly away Sometimes you get lost And sometimes in the darkened night
My heart was made of broken bones My Soul's a bag of stick and stone And out along this dusty road You have come my love to take me home I give to you
Seven tears have flown into the river Seven tears are runnin' to the sea. If one day they reach some distant waters Then you'll know it's sent with
down no talking Stand up start walking You run and you run and there's no time to think No time to breathe No time at all Just the buffalo seven
Sorry for anybody who only listens one form of music, now right now I got my own rock band, it's got to jump off, it's real black hardcore Band called
it sit like a patient Me and Guc, down twenty and we racin' In the club, ballin', thirty-thousand for my bacon Wasted like a rock band, red like a banker
been gettin' hunger pains When you lick your lips while you check me out Fast car, boring, girlfriend, boring Got money, boring, no, oh, oh, oh Hot friends, boring, rock band
band kept us too busy, we forgot about the time They're a band beyond description Like Jehovah's favorite choir People joining hand in hand While the music played the band
sittin' in the shade: you don't need a ticket to ride, it's summertime, summertime, slip down a water slide. Little kid dancin' in the grass, legs like rubber band
from the city of truth I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back And I did not stutter when I said that I'm going platinum, sellin' rhymes I went platinum, seven
Here they come! 'The Dazzling Ette-ettes' Oh God! Welcome to my nightmare!" "And now! The plywood room, Higher top swing go'ers, Celebrity motorlodge! In gorgeous downtown 'Seven
band played, 'She's not there' Kissed me in the rain by the Rue Voltaire It's a perfectly good way to ruin those silk shoes Still seven hours, nothing
Come on fellas, one, two Well, what are you trying to do? Get on back to them drums, I'll start this band One, two One, two, button your shoe Put on
One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock rock Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock rock We're gonna rock
bitch But that's not an excuse For your seven-year itch You see I never signed on To mend what you break And I won't be a band-aid For another heartache
Hello There goes the gal in the pretty skirt With the golden smile that made you feel new Like when the marching band strolls the street You know another
playin Watchin Snoop anxiously and waitin for my chance man Hot and cocky wit it cause I kno that I am man I'm goin down in history like American Band
