believe they call this thing a mattress. It's 2 a. m. and I'm wide awake. Lookin' back I should have just been honest. Instead of tellin' her the whole staff. Spent the day out on the lake. And now
all but disappeared. And the only trace of her that's left, I find each night in here Now she's just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on. There's a little bit of her in every hurtin' song. I used
Written by robin lane & jimmy cipolla. Produced by david kahne. Released on 'when you're a boy' (1991) I had a lover, but haven't we all. He had to leave so sometimes I'd call. I was lost and
that's left, I find each night in here Now she's just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on. There's a little bit of her in every hurtin' song. I used to hate the thought of her 'til her memory I forgot
) . Just cut it out. _Chorus_. Don’t tell me you’re sorry cause you’re not. Baby when I know you’re only sorry you got caught. But you put on quite a show. Really had me going. But now it’s time to go
. Remind me of you. Gardenia perfume. Lingering ona pillow. Wild strawberries. Only seven francs a kilo. And still my heart has wings,. These foolish things,. Remind me of you. The smile of garbo
J-Lo!. . It's a new generation. Of party people. . Darling get on the floor. Darling get on the floor. . Let me introduce you to my party people. In the club. . Pitbull. I'm loose.
Up around ten with a headache kicking. Guess I fell asleep with a cigarette. My girl's back home with the morning sick. Got a baby on the way, not here yet. And I'm alright, I think we're good
I left the east side for a west coast beauty. A girl who burned my thoughts like kisses. She was down by street decree. She swore sheґd pull my best years out of me. Fat painted lips ona life