Sometimes I go out by myself, and I think of all the things, what you're doing and in my head I paint a picture...
You and me and the devil makes three.
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There's no love in your punches.
was driving doing nothing when they put it on the air, I put it in the hammer lane. I soon forgot myself and I forgot about the brake, I forgot about all laws and I forgot about the rain. They were turning around and headed south with me. It got so crowded on the road I started driving in the sand. My head was feeling scared but my heart was feeling free. I'm almost there to Vegas where they're puttin' on a show, they've come so far i've lived this long at least i must just go and say hello...
You last said "Saw Cinderella in a party dress but she was looking for a nightgown...
...I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, He's getting ready for the showdown"
I want to make a magical baby with her.
What I wouldn't give for the chance to see you smile...
That's mesmerizing.
Push back the square, now that you need her...
...but you don't, so there you go.
It's a mechanical bull, at number one... He'll take a ride, from anyone... Everyone wants a ride, pulls away...