I bust the windows out your car And no, it didn't mend my broken heart I'll probably always have these ugly scars But right now I don't care about that
Original lyrics from : Rolling Stones, "Start me up" Well, I bought up. Brought windows home, and d'cided to boot it up. But when I load it up, It says
an eye, painted window In the blink of an eye, my painted windows In the blink of an eye, painted window In the blink of an eye, my painted windows, oh
windows out your car You know I did it ?cause I left my mark Wrote my initials with a crowbar And then I drove up into the dark I bust the windows out
Any Ways Ending:repeat:The-Dream: Shawty Shawty Bust My Windows Out Shawty Bust My Windows Out (but) Dat onez On Your Side (But Dat Onez) On Your Side Shawty Bust My Windows
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windows have eyes And a wise man tells no lies The walls have ears, the windows have eyes And a dead man tells no lies The walls have ears, the windows
windows you'd see a heart full of love just for you A tear may appear when I hold you near but that's for the sweet things you do If my heart had windows
Lavender windows and burgundy doors Olive green pillows on ebony floors The lightest of wine could have been mine It should have been mine Promises kept
The windows of the world are covered with rain Where is the sunshine we once knew? Ev'rybody knows when little children play They need a sunny day to
Luther's windows are littered with nothin' A crystal, a picture, a dead potted sage A dusty white curtain, the nose prints of a dog A shot glass collection
It's not how fast you can go The force goes into the flow If you pick up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just
The office door closed early The hidden bottle came out The salesman turned to close the blinds A little slow now, a little stout But he's still heading
Imagine a time when it all began In the dying days of the war A weapon that would settle the score Whoever found it first Would be sure to do their worst
Carry them away Mysteries of night, escape the light of day Mystic rhythms Under northern lights Or the African sun Primitive things stir the hearts of everyone We sometimes catch a window
When we lift the covers from our feelings We expose our insecure spots Trust is just as rare as devotion Forgive us our cynical thoughts If we need too
I see the middle kingdom between Heaven and Earth Like the Chinese call the country of their birth We all figure that our homes, our homes are set above
