Lyrical Response

[technobot]

If I could turn the page
In time then I'd rearrange just a day or two
Close my, close my, close my eyes
But I couldn't find a way
So I'll settle for one day to believe in you
Tell me, tell me, tell me lies

 

Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies
Tell me lies
Tell me, tell me lies
Oh no-no, you can't disguise
You can't disguise
No, you can't disguise
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies

[Bill from NYC]

Found someone who can comfort me,

but there are always exceptions
And she's good at appearing sane,

but I just want you to know

 

She's the one makes me feel so good

when everything is against me
Picks me up when I'm feeling down,

so I've got something to show

 

Staring at empty pages, centered 'round the same plot
Staring at empty pages, flowing along in the ages

[PastaJoe]

With her killer graces
And her secret places
That no boy can fill
With her hands on her hips
Oh and that smile on her lips
Because she knows that it kills me
With her soft French cream
Standing in that doorway like a dream
I wish she'd just leave me alone
Because French cream won't soften them boots
And French kisses will not break that heart of stone
With her long hair falling
And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun
Oh she's the one
She's the one