be quick to judge, yeah Got the break Flow in streams of fantasies Come from deep inside Substitute for memories Dreams I have to hide Flow in streams of fantasies
, I don't give a fuck Each day is a blessin', I'ma live it up Put ya best south fit in the cleaner Da, da, dun, da, dun, hit the horn like Leana I never
curb, candy coated bird the sun got my candy lookin good enough to eat you can tell by the way the girls act across the street hit the horn, but no stallin
High in the sky where eagles fly Morgray, the dark enters the throne Open wide the gate, friend The King will come Blow the horn and praise the highest
out on the street And wait for cars to drive over them But the most fun we ever had was After eating Sitting on a stoop Exchanging sexual fantasies Sometimes
Do I hear what I think I'm hearin'? Do I see the signs, I think I see? Or is this just fantasy Is it true that the beast is wakin'? Stirrin' in his restless
thou in the text of Scourge And cleft through the veil of the virgin Purity is to live To the highest; and the highest is unjust Fantasizing to the third
Between the sunset's bloodstained veil, Thy horned prospect reflects on me. The he-goat above - The she-goat below Cried through beads of mirrored tears
Is both appalling, frightening, and incomplete In both cases, you'll find one A fairly large group of ill prepared green horns Pitting themselves against
Dreamlands of danger Darkside pleasures bad behavior Dreamlands of danger Darkside pleasures at their best Punk rock, shell toes horns and halos Wicked
reeled with grave poetry From grace I fell in love with her scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies
heart reeled with grave poetry From grace I fell in love with her Scent and feline lure and jade Woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies
silence Never so alive, like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized, night chords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasized, sleek
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Oh, don't you know Life is a fantasy dress ball And if you must come as yourself, well You're no fun at all Here's a tip
the DJ's rock The hands got to clappin, the fingers got to snappin E and I was coolin, with his mans, he was snappin In and out of fantasies on how large
rich in harmony A mouth cruel as death She rides a fantasy she hasn't tested yet She looks in every mirror to check her silhouette The turning heads, the honking horns
Baby's gone shopping By: jimmy buffett 1988 There are ten pictures of marilyn monroe in my studio and I always fantasize while I'm singing about being
fading light Balanced on their knives Little parts of lives Such a strange reality Kill the unicorn Just to have its horn Soon he's just a fantasy
