What I like about cheese, is that you can put it on veggies, and it tastes, Mmm mmm so good (Cat:Yeah!) I like to talk about food, 'Cuz it's my favorite
I'm going back to 505 If it's a 7-hour flight or a 45-minute drive In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs
He knew what he wanted to say But he did not want to word it The dirty little Herbert Was thinking an escape But the place was well guarded The guiltiness
Running off over next door's garden Before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling Than it is a question of fun The confidence is the balaclava
Old yellow bricks, love's a risk Quite the little escapoligist Looked so miffed, when you wished For a thousand places better than this You are the fugitive
Brian, top marks for not tryin' So kind of you to bless us With your effortlessness We're grateful and so strangely comforted And I wonder, are you puttin
If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers Three hundred and fifty 'no thank you's' and nobody flinches Go on girl, go on, give us something
Despair to the point where they provoke The punchline before they have told the joke The sheer desperation to be seen Staring at the television screen
Do the bad thing Take off your wedding ring But it won't make it that much easier It might make it worse Oh the night's like a whirlwind Somebody's girlfriend
Well the morning was complete There was tears on the steering wheel, dripping on the seat Several hours or several weeks I'd have the cheek to say they
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though Look what it's done to your friends, their memories are pretend And the last
You used to get it in your fishnets Now you only get it in your night dress Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness Landed in a very common crisis
In a foreign place, the saving grace was the feeling That it was a heart that he was stealing Oh he was ready to impress and the fierce excitement The
[Petey Pablo:] I was so glad, when they said unto me Let us go into the house, of the gangsters [Chorus: Petey Pablo] If you don't call this gangster
It's payday, get that cheese You gotta get that cheese Just get that cheese Now when you're dreamin', it might not be real But when you're all alone,
Tell a nigga.. telephone, telegram; two-way that motherfucker Somebody let him know.. tell that nigga His bitch is out of pocket It was me and yo' broad
Only fuck with these silly-ass boys for fun Get 'em all alone an' a thug is hung He's screamin', ?Aiyah, aiyah? Only fuck with these silly-ass boys for
One, two, one, two, three, four First we got the crack, then we got the gats Then they changed all the laws, it was a set up Lockin' all the young homies