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Diseased Foot In Mouth Walking Through the Door

They want me to play the extra mile on the radar your touch broken down noticing me with these public affections when i talk oh yeah thats what you want your kiss broken down on your radar Now or later crank me on when no one else is in the room they tell me I'm crazy heaven on earth lifestyles of the rich and famous never been to heaven but this is also nice crank me on i cant let you get away you want a piece of me fire bursting in your face American dream my foot is in my mouth and give them more than the truth because they cant handle mine all my life waiting for your pictures in the magazine oh yeah oh my god too thin yeah I'm hard core when the cameras are flashing wether or not their watching crank me on wish you knew what he was getting into i give them more spread myself thin oh yeah yeah make you believe I'm crazy about you shameless when i walk my mouth is diseased and i want a piece of you on my radar center of attention wont you give me a turn make my own decisions crank that soldier what would i do if i ever lose you why cant i live my life uh oh yeah your face your hands your love thats what i want noticing you i got you on my look but don't touch I'll take you higher talking stuff about me? paparazzi flipped off pieced off street stripper soldier sick and tired about i got my foot in the door to lead them to the maze mansion point out the dead ends and turns and were all in on it 24/ 7 the color of your eyes share my dreams i got you on my crooked town of crooked people panicked industry diseased is my foot perogative soldier sick and tired the ability to drive a man crazy catch me looking oh yeah crank that handling my business like you don't know trying to make it right to win this fight ill give you more hard core ten dollar smile as we play musical chair insane tag and we play your wold your touch your tongue lifestyles of the rich and famous like its all been done before extra extra look what he did my foot is in the door thats what i want preacher teacher break it down just let me live spreading myself around burn me cold and fire permission nothing i can do i control myself and i want more perogative cant tell me what to do and they give me more live the lessons of the scene hot ice in the phillipines really not soaps but pieces of me strange relationships uh oh yeah pieces of me on my radar foot in mouth foot in the door mouth diseased

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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