shutup&dance:
Tom, get your plane right on time, I know that you've been eager to fly now, hey, let your honesty shine, shine, shine now...
shutup&dance:
Well there's a young man in a t-shirt, listenin' to a rock 'n' roll station: He's got a greasy hair, greasy smile. He says: "Lord, this must be my destination"
shutup&dance:
Beauty by day, danger by night, ain't it a bitch to see, that the only city I could ever really love, takes the time to step on people like me?
shutup&dance:
There ain't no doubt it no ones mind that loves the finest thing around, whisper something soft and kind...
shutup&dance:
My shadow side so amplified keeps coming back dissatisfied...
shutup&dance:
She took the back way home, past the lights at Summerhill, turn left on to the north strand and on, on towards the sea...