Aimee Mann - Freeway
Tekst :
You got a lot of money, but you can t afford the freeway
The road to Orange County leaves an awful lot of leeway
Where everyone s a doctor or a specialist in retail
They ll sell you all the speed you want if you can take the blackmail
You know it
I know it
Why don t you
Just show it?
You got a lot of money, but you can t afford the freeway
You got a lot of money, but you can t afford the freeway
You got a lot of money, but you cannot keep your bills paid
The sacrifice is worth it just to hang around the arcade
You found yourself a prophet, but you left him on the boardwalk
Another chocolate Easter bunny, hollowed out by your talk
You know it
I know it
Why don t you
Just show it?
You got a lot of money, but you can t afford the freeway
You got a lot of money, but you can t afford the freeway
And everything I do is wrong
But at least I m hanging on
You got a lot of money, but you can t afford
You got a lot of money, but you can t afford
You got a lot of money, but you can t afford the freeway
You got a lot of money, but you can t afford the freeway
You got a lot of money, but you
Can t afford
You got a lot of money, but you
Can t afford
Inne utwory
Sugarcoated You know the rest Amateur Will she just fall down Are you serious Build that wall No one is watching you now True believer Columbus avenue How am i different Enough Voices carry You could make a killing Borrowing time Why must i Susan Angels never call Ballantines Superball Losowe utwory
You want to talk to God? God never sleeps.
Chorus
Ras Kass: Now what came first, the chicken or the egg?
God: Armageddon.
Ras Kass: A arm a leg a leg a arm a head.
Headin in your direction.
The riddle was the...
Oh!
You don’t even know my name
You’ve got me on a ball and chain,
When you gonna notice me?
God, you’re such a little tease.
When you gonna finally land it on my lips?
When you gonna give me just a little sip?
You’re a honeybee, honeybee,
Honeybee, you’re killing...
Ooh la la la la
Ooh la la la la
She s like a drug-She makes me crazy
makes me go quite haywire
I m not an acrobat but here I am
I m on the highwire
My intuition tells me
this...
As I walked the buisy emty street
With the weight of the world on my shoulder
An ancient voice screamed in my head
saying run boy run
I waited for the inspiration
Waited forever, or so it seemed
I made my mind up...
Well my woman
She showed up
With your number
On her hand
Well I thought
That I might call you up
So we could deal
With this man to man
You better tell me
The truth son, yeah
Well he showed up down
At the ballroom
Walking slow
And acting...