Guy Like Me Pat Green

Hearts and flowers, forget love letters Pain and anger, forget forgiveness Love ain't waiting for a guy like me Debutantes and champagne, diamonds and cocaine I ain't the son of outrageous fortune Cash

Lucky Pat Green

to live in a big old crib And a fancy neighborhood 'cause that's lucky And you never have to fight for an invite To the coolest parties out in Hollywood, oh that's lucky But if you were just a regular guy

Nice Guys Finish Last Green Day

Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane I'm so fucking happy I could cry Every joke can have its truth and now the joke's on you I never knew you were such a funny guy Oh nice

Nice Guys Finish Last Green Day

<< Nice Guys Finish Last >> --- Green Day Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane I'm so fucking happy I could cry Every joke can have its truth and now the joke's on you

Country Star Pat Green

champagne and party every night All them lucky mothers up there living the life man I gotta get my ass to nashville Cause I wanna be a country star And take it all way to far Drinking free in every bar Just like

Eden's Gate Pat Green

She holds the key to Eden's Gate Somewhere deep inside When she gives to me her patience And a hundred smiles none the same Her eyes are the ocean I am drowning constantly I am lucky just to linger In

Let Me Pat Green

Luckily me and you, all that we have to do is follow, Just follow.

Feet Up (Pat Him On The Po Po) Guy Mitchell

Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ain't seen a babe like this before He's so good-lookin', gonna have some more Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha-ha now I've been

All The Good Things Fade Away Pat Green

The winter wind blows her like a bird And the petals on the flower fly away Sometimes it don't matter what you say All the good things fade away All the good things fade away I found me a game out towards

Feeling Pretty Good Tonight Pat Green

you If I did babe I apologize I can't believe I even made it out here Praise the Lord baby, I'm glad I did Most times I'm just kinda laid back looking for nothing Never thought someone who looked like

Nice Guys Finish Last Green Day

Do you feel washed up, like piss going down the drain Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane. I'm so fucking happy I could cry.

Carry On Pat Green

Baby's just a little bit tired of the city, Billboards and bullshit got her down, Seem like you need a little hill country, A Little back roads driving, Little bit of the old top down, Yeah, everybody

Paradise City Pat Boone

Take me down to the paradise city Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Take me home Take me down to the paradise city Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Oh, won't you please

Feet Up Guy Mitchell

Feet Up (Pat Him On the Po-Po) Guy Mitchell Written by Bob Merrill Peaked at # 14 in 1952 CHORUS Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha-ha!

Wave On Wave Pat Green

You came upon me, wave on wave. You're the reason I'm still here, yeah. Am I the one you were sent to save? You came upon me, wave on wave.

No More Mr. Nice Guy Pat Boone

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'Til they got a hold of me. I opened doors for little old ladies, I helped the blind to see. I got no friends 'cause they read the papers.

Run Pat Green

Finally free Finally gone Finally breathing again Finally back out on my own Finally here In an otherwise empty room Where there's no one here to tear me all apart [Chorus] Yeah tonight I'm gonna go out

I'm Tired Pat Green

Sifting through your memories deep in the ground with the dead Maybe you were high on the top of the cloud with the dragon that lives in your head Maybe you were dragging your wagon with your thoughts like

Elvis Pat Green

A thick plush blue carpet at my feet A peacock stained glass window staring back at me A nine foot crushed white velvet sofa in the hallway There's a TV in the kitchen She's cooking in her panties Flipping

Just Another Guy Peter Green

cause you danced with someone else while i`m here waiting by myself another hand another face another smile to take my place he`s holding you as once did i but now i`m just a distant cry of just another guy

Poetry Pat Green

know what I mean To scuff you up again and again I can't explain a blessed thing Not a falling star or a feathered wing Or how a man in chains has the strength to sing Just one thing is clear to me

Sing 'Til I Stop Crying Pat Green

here I am And I'm gonna sing 'til I stop crying The earth is slow out west of llano Better pull this car of mine off-road awhile And reached to the back for my daddy's old martin Hold it oh so close to me

In It For The Money Pat Green

Woohoowoohoo woo wooh who Woohoowoohoo woo wooh who One night in New Orleans I met a painted lady She swore that she knew just how to save me She said it wouldn't take long just to do you a minute

Mad Pat Horslips

> Mad PatThere was a country fiddler, A jester, a riddler, a joker, A singer of songs, In every town he passed He'd stop to help the dancing master Entertain his straw-rope-foot throng And from a green

In This World Pat Green

anyone I've ever known in this world, in this world My little brother gotta engine on him, gotta engine on him And he can't slow down My little sister's pretty as a princess and hotter than a pistol Pat

In The Middle Of The Night Pat Green

love that I've forsaken On the run from what is true Oh now what you gonna do [Chorus] Ah oh In the middle of the night It's the coldest night in Boston In the history of winter Black outside like

Wrapped Pat Green

slept out on the sand so many nights that I can't remember Yeah but love is love and life is hard And one undoes the other Summer gold, Winter blue Where ever I am whatever I do Wrapped in you Might find me

Barricades Pat Green

clue And it seems so hard To keep it all together When the walls are fallin' down On every side I'll be damned If I give up on you easy I've worked too hard To put the barricades aside Tell me

California Pat Green

So won't ya come on out here with me?

Blue Christmas Pat Boone

I'll have a blue Christmas without you I'll be so blue thinking about you Decorations of red On a green Christmas tree Won't mean a thing If you're not here with me I'll have a blue Christmas That's certain

Smokin' Out Project Pat

[Chorus] Smokin out like Chief Wahoo hoo Chase it down with the liquor and brew brew Pass it round that's the way we do do Somebody get this dope cause I'm through through [Project Pat] Roll up a blunt

Footsteps Of Our Fathers Pat Green

We are walking in the footsteps of our fathers Standing in the shadows of our mothers Trying to learn from those who came before us We see the road maps in the lines upon their face And as I look o...

What I'm For Pat Green

I'm for wildflowers in the window, Mechanics you can trust I'm for crackers in my chili And leaving grudges in the dust I'm for drive-thru order takers Who can muster up a smile I'm for taking in t...

BLOODSHOT EYES Pat Benatar

Now just because your pretty, and you think you're mighty wise You tell me that you love me, then you roll those big brown eyes When I saw you last week, your eyes were turnin' black Go find the guy

pat pat Risso (리소)

버린다 하나하나씩채운다 하나하나씩너의 물건과 너란 존재를나는 스르르사랑 따윈 미러볼처럼잠시 반짝반짝 일뿐이별 따윈 새빨간 꽃이금세 시들시들해질 뿐인너는 미안하다며 울었다울고 싶었던 건 오히려 난데다행히 마음을 숨길 수 있는 밤이 되고애써 토닥토닥하는 노을토닥토닥하는이따금 담배 한 모금하는사람들을 지나가그 연기 사이로 잠시 담아두는내 마음을 허용해너라는...

Third Stone From The Sun Pat Metheny

Strange beautiful grass of green, With your majestic silver seas Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer May I land my kinky machine?

Speedy Gonzales (스피디 곤잘레스) Pat Boone

You better come home, Speedy Gonzales Away from tannery row Stop all a your a-drinkin' With that floozy named Flo Come on home to your adobe And slap some mud on the wall The roof is leakin' like a strainer

WUTHERING HEIGHTS Pat Benatar

Out on the wiley, windy moors, we'd roll and fall in green You had a temper like my jealousy, too hot, too gready How could you leave me, when I needed to possess you I hated you, I loved you too

Posse Song Project Pat

[Project Pat] Hen hen hen-o-sin Make a playa sin Mix it in with the white gin Here we go again Project Pat, gotta keep a strap Haters know I rap Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map I attack

Still Ridin' Clean Project Pat

[Chorus x2] Still riding clean, making cheese, and getting my dick sucked Still making cheese, riding clean, and getting my dick sucked [Project Pat] I swear I'm going through a thang but I gotta snap

Friendly Persuasion Pat Boone

Thee I love, more than the meadow so green and still More than the mulberries on the hill More than the buds of a May apple tree, I love thee Arms have I, strong as the oak for this occasion Lips have

Friendly Persuasion (Thee I Love) Pat Boone

Thee I love more than the meadow so green and still More than the mulberries on the hill More than the buds of a May apple tree I love thee Arms have I, strong as the oak for this occasion Lips have I,

Moody River (무디 리버) Pat Boone

*Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life Last Saturday evenin' came to the old oak tree It stands beside the river where you were to meet me

Gee But It's Lonely Pat Boone

pair Gee, but it's lonely bein' alone May as well go home Got on my suit, my shoes are shined All dressed up for a real good time Gee, but it's lonely bein' alone Might as well go home What's wrong with me

County Jail Project Pat

Here I go here I go Suckas wanna take me suckas wanna break me Yeah I know yeah I know Here they come tha policia servin me a warrant Blastin off my piece-ia that's how I responded Eyes red off this refia

PUNK GUY NoFX

Crazier than GG, yet more PC than Ian Got colored teeth like Johnny Exudes a vicious disposition His hair sticks out like Colin' did, he jumps Similar to Springa, he points his middle finga Not

Moody River Pat Boone

<< Moody River >> --- Pat Boone CHORUS Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life Last Saturday evenin' came to the old oak tree

90 Days Project Pat

'talking' verse 1: it was a hot summers night i was kickin it with gangsta.. fred out at hide park rollin chasin paper.known we keep tha best of green so you know i'm smokin,lotta niggaz out here clean

All Or Nothing Pat Byrne

prayer as you roll that dice You step up to the edge You don't jump and never see what's next No such thing as perfect timing If you wanna get hit by the lightening Oh who knows what you get Living life like

Pat BoA (보아)

나를 바라보는 그 눈빛도 나즈막한 그대 목소리도 하나같이 너무 좋은 그대 내가 왜 이렇게 설레 일까 무슨 말을 해야 하는 걸까 내 마음 어지럽긴 해도 숨쉴 수 없어 나를 간지럽게 하는 그대의 그 속삭임에 내 마음 파란 하늘 위로 천천히 떠올라 나를 멈출 수가 없어 나의 사랑 그대의 두 눈 속에 그 마음을 보여줘요 내 사랑이 그 안에 잠길 수 있...