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Looking out a dirty old window
Outside the cars in the City go rushing by I sit here alone And I wonder why Friday night and everyone's moving I can fell the heat But it's shooting Heading down I search for the beat in this dirty town Down town the young ones are going Down town the young ones are growing [Chorus:] We're the kids in America [x2] Everybody live for the music-go-round Bright lights the music gets faster Look boy, don't check on your watch Not another glance I'm not leaving now, honey not a chance Hot-shot, give me no problems Much later baby you'll be saying never mind You know life is cruel, life is never kind Kind hearts don't make a new story Kind hearts don't grab any glory [Chorus] Come closer, honey that's better Got to get a brand new experience Feeling right Oh don't try to stop baby Hold me tight Outside a new day is dawning Outside Suburbia's sprawling everywhere I don't want to go baby New York to East California There's a new wave coming I warn you [Chorus.] We're the kids in America We're the kids in America We're the kids in America Everybody live for the music-go-round |
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| 2. |
| 4:25 |
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I will find a way
To get to you someday Cause I am so afraid I'd fall Can't you hear me call Chorus Shake some action is what I need To make me bust out at full speed and I am sure that's all you'll need to make it alright It's take me so long to get to where I belong Lord don't make me send it back that way Or I will make you pay Chorus You don't dig what I'm playing Then I will go away And I will turn around this little game Cause I don't need your praise |
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| 3:34 |
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| 4:01 |
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| 6. |
| 4:46 |
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A green plastic watering can
For a fake chinese rubber plant In the fake plastic earth That she bought from a rubber man In a town full of rubber plans To get rid of itself It wears her out it wears her out It wears her out it wears her out She lives with a broken man A cracked polystyrene man Who just crumbles and burns He used to do surgery On girls in the eighties But gravity always wins And it wears him out it wears him out It wears him out wears She looks like the real thing She tastes like the real thing My fake plastic love But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling If I just turn and run And it wears me out it wears me out It wears me out it wears me out And if I could be who you wanted If I could be who you wanted All the time all the time |
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The world is full of fools
Who never get it right You don't know what to do So you do anything you like [Put your foot down and drive] Oh you're a silly thing [Put your foot down and drive] You're such a pretty thing [Put your foot down and drive] You're never going to be like all those fools You're coming out tonight There's nothing to lose You're going to give it all a try Don't ever change Don't ever change [never change] No never change [never change] Never change [Don't ever change] The world is full of fools Take wisdom to the wise And thank your lucky stars For coming out tonight [Put your foot down and drive] Oh you're a silly thing [Put your foot down and drive] You're such a pretty thing [Put your foot down and drive] Don't ever change Don't ever change [never change] No never change [never change] Never change [Don't ever change] When tearful eyes Are open wide They're still to blind to see A change in style For a little while Is only make believe [Put your foot down and drive] Oh you're a silly thing [Put your foot down and drive] You're such a pretty thing [Put your foot down and drive] You're never satisfied So look for something new There's nothing to hide And nothing you can do Don't ever change Don't ever change [never change] No never change [never change] Never change [Don't ever change] Oh you fool you've got me started Oh you fool you've got me started Oh you fool you've got me started [Don't you ever change] Oh you fool you've got me started [Don't you ever change] |
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| 3:42 |
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| 9. |
| 2:54 |
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Yea
You're coming off like you're Van Damme You've got Kenny G, in your Trans Am You've got names like Billy Ray Now you sing 'Hip Hop Hooray' Put your Oakley's, stone wash on Watching MTV and you watch on And #1 on the side and don't touch the back And #6 on the top and don't cut it wack, Jack Mullet head, don't touch the back Cut the sides, don't touch the back Cut the sides, don't touch the back Cut the sides and don't touch the back Shiny chrome rims never rusted Driving through the tunnel and you might get busted Never trusted, mullet head You know you took that girl to bed Cruising 8th Street, Saturday night And trying to find a head shop, looking to fight You've got that stonewash derriere, yeah Spike the top because the week-end is here You wanna know what's a mullet? Well, I got a little story to tell About a hair style that's way of life Have you ever seen a mullet wife? Yo, take a chill B, check out my Spillbee 'Cause you don't know about the mullet head Cruise in my IROC, stonewash on my cock Got it like that 'cause I'm the mullet head Put me on trial, I'm worth your while Pass me the comb 'cause I'm the mullet man Got The New York Post, read that story About Joey Buttafooco in all his glory They said he tried to freak it with a high school girl Pimpin' Amy Fisher to the rest of the world A real lover man, a real Casanova Joey got horny and now he's over Amy got pissed, shot his wife Joey goes to jail for the rest of his life Cut the sides, don't touch the back The back, the back [Incomprehensible] |
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| 3:16 |
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Hello?
Checked the clock when I got home And realized I was alone Sat for hours by the window Wonderin' where did you go? Couldn't eat or sleep at all Took the pictures off the wall Paced the place as time moves slow And I'm wondering where did you go? Where'd you go? Where'd you go? I want to know Lit a cigarette I couldn't smoke Wound the clock until it broke Went to bed then took a shower Stared at TV for an hour Did the dishes, made the bed Read a book I've never read Any minute you will show And I'm wondering where did you go? Where'd you go? Where'd you go? I want to know Where did you go? [Repeat x4] I opened the fridge, I opened a beer And played a tape I couldn't hear Emptiness began to grow And I'm wondering where did you go? Watched the sun come up from the back stairs Thought about the last few years I lost control, I screamed, I cried I punched a pole and went inside Packed my things called a friend Wished this emptiness would end Wrote a note then tore it up Poured the beer into a cup Sat on the couch, drank it slow Wondering where did you go? I realized I couldn't stay Grabbed my things and I went away Where'd you go? Where'd you go? I want to know! ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ALBERT/BARRETT <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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| 4:06 |
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Saturday morning, take the train for a ride
The sun is up, I got my homies by my side Rollin' down the street with my sixteen speakers ... on the beach, daddy dippin' I hang a light at the right, ready to have fun Then I bust a left for the 121 Pull it into park and lay it on the grass I roll back the ride, so I can see some ass Clock one sista, fifteens in the rear Bump a forty, leaves me gawkin' here I hits 'em up for the circle, that's how I'm livin' Crowbars in the house and got us on a mission You can be Blood, or you can see Cryppin' fool But I ain't trippin' My homie Snoop kicks the dinner juice and that's alright, But a-Coolio with the flow seems to yak all night Chorus: Rollin' with my homies (sippin' we yak all night, yeah) Sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the CBT, and it's alright) Yak all night... Rollin' with my homies (sippin' yak all night, yeah) Sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the CBT, and it's alright) Yak all night... Pumpin' up the keg and roll it in a paper It's like a match, you light it up and pass it to your neighbour Night time is the right time... a-DYNAMITE!! We're gonna have a good time I jump back in the wagon, lock up the ass Pop in the tape and a match West when I fly I take the exit o'... And guess what I saw Two fools at the light, they stared me up But I just look 'em in the eye and I say, "Wassup?" And even though I really don't want no trouble I got thirty-one replies to bust your bubble I don't really wanna hurt nobody So I keeps on rollin' on my way to the party I just wanna kick it, yeah, that's the ticket Pass me the cup so we can get twisted -chorus- [L.V:] I'm rollin with my homies, yeah... 'Said we'd yak all night, yeah yeah... I roll up to the party and I'm straight old bent And 'catchin' me a freak was my intent There's a whole pack o' rats' ass standin' in the front So I drops the ass and let the sistas bump Here comes one now, she's on the tip She says she likes the way my woofers kick But I don't fall in love with every girl I see So I pass up two and go straight to three She got a ass like the back of a bus, cuz And that's why I say... I let her hit my twenty, got straight to the point Wassup? Do you wanna kick it or what? I ain't got time to be frontin', I ain't talkin' 'bout nuttin' Just a little sumpin' sumpin' If you're fine and you won't front I don't wanna be your man, but I'll hook you up. -repeat chorus twice- [L.V:] Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin' Yes I'm rollin' with my homies Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin', Rollin' with my homies... ooohhh.... [etc.] |
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| 3:01 |
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| 3:49 |
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| 3:10 |
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I don't care what my teachers say
I'm gonna be a Supermodel Everyone is gonna dress like me, wait and see When I'm a Supermodel And my hair will shine like the sea And everyone will wanna look just like me, me Cause I'm young and I'm hip and so beautiful I'm gonna be a Supermodel I'm young and I'm hip - so beautiful I'm gonna be a Supermodel I wish that I was like Tori Spelling With a car like hers and a dad like hers And I would show them how, how it was done That'd be fun, that'd be fun And I'd write my school report on why I love my jeans, why I love my jeans And open my locker door It's the coolest thing that you've ever seen Cause I'm young and I'm hip - so beautiful I'm gonna be a Supermodel I'm young and I'm hip - so beautiful I'm gonna be a Supermodel (I didn't eat yesterday, and I'm not gonna eat today, and I'm not gonna eat tomorrow - cause I'm gonna be a Supermodel) So beautiful, beautiful I'm gonna be a Supermodel I'm young and I'm hip - so beautiful, beautiful I'm gonna be a Supermodel I'm young and I'm hip - so beautiful, beautiful I'm gonna be a Supermodel I'm young and I'm hip - so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful I'm gonna be a Supermodel Cause I'm young and I'm hip - so beautiful, beautiful I'm gonna be a Supermodel I'm gonna be a Supermodel .... |
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