gonna let you go and run around I need to know that you'll be true to me 'Cause that's the way it's got to be Why can't you give your promise to me
hang glided off the side of a mountain mounted to nothing Accept the One that I'm trustin' not doubtin' like Thomas but clutchin' His promises Hold on
wait for succeeding kings And I try to harmonize with songs The lonesome sparrow sings There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden The motorcycle black madonna
; won't be shoved in a drawer cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore You can try and reduce
Don't make me laugh wit'cha funny money Yeah, uhh, yeah, hehehehehe, ehyeah, yo These promoters shady and they good for broken promises Some of them
mother; won't be shoved in a drawer cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore You can try and
who's them eyes? Where did he get that big-ass hair-fro? Lookin like a baby macks hair-drum, huh Platinum, until my bread come So she can try to sue me
