Remember that night at the Hippodrome?
Never knew that look when you look at me
Nervous as hell, so I didn't win a lot
You're the salt, I'm the lemon on top
Get the feelin' that you're livin' with a patsy
Flirtin' with the bouncers a lot
Didn't expect them to frisk me
They never find baggage when they're sweating in your sock
Heart quickens south of the river
Mouth full of vinnie, sippin' cans full of liquor
Streetlight flickers; feel it in my blood
Any which way I turn out, the lights burn dimmer
And a black Bimmer tinted up to fuck
Drives past the window with a stolen stash in her
You know I'm all love, hatred, and stuff
Part singer, dead man ringer
Still love old shows, I love John Cleese
New number, doin' shots
I hardly ever turn up to see my mates
A cucumber, I'm cool as ice
And ladies love LL; they don't love me
No care where you're gonna find me
I'm still in a home on the NRA
Heart quickens south of the river
Mouth full of vinnie, sippin' cans full of liquor
Streetlight flickers; feel it in my blood
Any which way I turn out, the lights burn dimmer
And a black Bimmer tinted up to fuck
Drives past the window with a stolen stash in her
You know I'm all love, hatred, and stuff
Heartbreakin' times are full of promises
And I just don't wanna go (hey)
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Have an iron stomach, I know
Must be somethin' I need
Should I get lost, or should I fade away?
Heart quickens south of the river
Mouth full of Vinnie, sippin' cans full of liquor
Streetlight flickers; feel it in my blood
Any which way I turn out, the lights burn dimmer
And a black Bimmer tinted up to fuck
Drives past the window with a stolen stash in her
You know I'm all love, hatred, and stuff
Remember that night at the Hippodrome?
Never knew that look when you look at me
Nervous as hell, so I didn't win a lot
You're the salt, I'm the lemon on top
Get the feelin' that you're livin' with a patsy
Flirtin' with the bouncers a lot
Didn't expect them to frisk me
They never find baggage when they're sweating in your sock