. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an
much to attain So I'm fillin' out the form at the counter once again He say he love me, I just hope he doesn't say that shit in vain I'm why your girls
up high, a stone's throw away You're just a stone's throw away I never knew how much I'd loved, until you're gone Never knew how much I'd love, until
drink and drive No one ever could seem to empathize Makin' babies in the back seat on tranquilizers Papa never was much a rolling stone see He just
wanna go faster I don't wanna slow down I don't wanna get off of this merry go round I wanna be reckless I wanna be vain I wanna make love like a runaway
I can almost hear you sigh Almost hear you cry When you make sweet love to me Almost see your smile It stretched half a mile You had a stone cold
to drink and drive No one ever could seem to empathize Makin' babies in the back seat on traquilizers Papa never was much a rolling stone see He just
't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything
Rolling Stone cover?" You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches vain
A stone's throw away You're just a stone's throw away Never knew how much I'd loved until you're gone Never knew how much I'd love Until you're gone away
don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything