not a social disease You've got that thing about you Bring a grown man to his knees I'll teach you, baby 'Bout them birds and them bees When you get around And
down one by one Money on up it?s in your face Gimme no lip or get your face back here Ooh, got it right When the monkey don?t sleep And the money don?
a tale that somewhere That a dude had a real go at me So like a rat race cowboy I slipped into the human zoo Headed down some trouble Got myself a drink
neighbors and I got on, "Cops" All I want's a millions bucks from somebody Somebody pay a million bucks to me I could shoot and rape and kill And buy me a
Lately boy, your head ain't right And nothin' seems to thrill you Word on the streets is No sex no more 'cause, it'll kill you You touch, she bites You
a truck, and too amazin' from the prize shes been like no other, just wanna make that mother brick house Chorus: one more for the bone, she likes lips and
When you was a child, life's a game But you got all the rules, all changed Pray to a spiritual God for material things Then wait by the phone but it don
I see no more damage done, no, baby, baby I gotta touch you I'll see no more damage done, oh sweet love, you gotta let me I hear the hurt and I hear
you can do When the girl goes down Hollywood and Vine and a hundred more All the lives there couldn't take it no more Now standin' on the ledge and
baby gets around a bit Yeah, my baby gets around a bit Pager would ring, it's a funny thing She'd have to go right away She always had a wad of cash Much more
a conversation With all them voices in my head One said I should quit One said I was no good One said to remind myself to get myself a fix Chorus Hey Mr. Smiley And
got an old water bed I like to trip into the dead Keep a poster of KISS on my wall I still curse and smoke and drink and toke But makin' love in the
more and more I hear and said "lord, I'm half crazy" I gotta get me some of that In and out, and in and out,and in and out Chorus When the
We got golden fingers And we're loved everywhere we go (that sounds like us) We sing about beauty And we sing about truth At ten million dollars a show
singers we got golden fingers And we're loved everywhere we go (That sounds like us) We sing about beauty and we sing about truth At ten million dollars a
not a social disease You've got that thing about you Bring a grown man to his knees I'll teach you baby 'bout them birds and them bees When you get around And
a higher ground Let me in, let me be the one I'll be there should you fall from grace Wipe those tear drops from your face I see no more damage done
had a conversation With all them voices in my head One said I was no good One said I should quit One said to remind myself to get myself a fix Chorus Hey Mr. Smiley And
