She's Over It
Being tough 'n' rough is my kind of fun but, of course I never do no harm
Ain't my fault I like cracking bones, gives me a funny kind of thrill
I can't help smiling at the pathetic moans, when I go in for the kill
Tribal wars are raging, it's a battlefield on the street
There's games to play and hell to pay when the rival tribal rebels meet
Why can't people just leave me be? Can't help doing what I do
I'll do anybody who ain't like me so forget your what, why or who
I ain't got no purpose and I don't
Hateful Notebook
(Lyrics and Music by B. Stevenson)
* I know a place, up in the air
It's not very far, I've been there before
I know a place, cool and warm
Cooling my blood, warming my heart
** So come on down and walk with me, and tell me I'm your man
I only want to know a couple of things about you
Where were you when I was in so much trouble with myself
And do you still believe in me like I believe
*** I've been thinking good good things about you
Cool and warm, good good things about you
If you've been thinking good good things about me
So cool and warm when you put your arms around me
On my own, I know where to go
Living the lie, in your eyes
I kmow a place, cool and warm
Cooling my blood, warming my soul
So come on down and walk with me, and tell me I'm your man
Let's see if I can get it right with you this time around
I'm not afraid of losing you, my little girl
But do you still believe in me like I believe
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