Made with Love

Lyrical Association Game

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While he's out betraying
You'll hear people saying
Look out for the cheater
Make way for the fool-hearted clown
 
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
 
A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for is to unlock the door
While those around him criticize and sleep
And through a fractal on a breaking wall
I see you my friend and touch your face again
Miracles will happen as we trip
But we're never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy
 
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
You take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls you hear the city groan
 
Winding your way down on Baker Street, light in your head and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day, you'll drink the night away and forget about everything
 
Wastin away again in margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's my own damn fault
 
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through
 
Yes I do know how I survive
Yes I do know why I'm alive
To love and be with you
Day by day by day by dayyyyyyyy

This truth will abound the land
This State of independence shall be
 
Come give me your sweetness
Now there's you, there is no weakness
Lying safe within your arms, I'm born again
 
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
You keep me rocking all of the time
Red red wine you make me feel so grand
I feel a million dollars when your just in my hand
Red red wine you make me feel so sad
Any time I see you go it makes me feel bad
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
Monkey pack him rizla pon the sweet dep line
Red red wine you give me whole heap of zing
Whole heap of zing mek me do me own thing
Red red wine you really know how fi love
Your kind of loving like a blessing from above
Red red wine I love you right from the start
Right from the start with all of my heart
Red red wine in a 80's style
Red red wine in a modern beat style, yeah
 
99 red balloons floating in the summer sky, panic bells, it's red alert
 
If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I'd like to do
 
Well Friday bout a week ago
Leroy shootin' dice
And at the edge of the bar
Sat a girl named Doris
And ooh that girl looked nice
Well he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began
 
She said, "Take me home, there won't be no fuss."
I said, "Sure you got some change for the bus."
Watching her leave I heard the bartender say,
"She ain't pretty, she just looks that way."
 
She had her eyes on the prize as the girl next door
You grow up quick when you grow up poor
It's the only way to LA that she knows
The Hollywood pose, teeth, tits, and toes
Didn't take her long to leave the boulevard
So many five star friends with black credit cards
She'd try anythin' once 'cause anythin' goes
It never comes easy when you're diggin' for gold

Hey, hey
Well, she ain't no Cinderella when she's gettin' undressed
'Cause she rocks it like the naughty wicked witch of the west
Far too pretty to be givin' it cheap
That's why she's makin' six figures workin' three days a week
 
I'm Miss American Dream since I was 17
Don't matter if I step on the scene or sneak away to the Philippines
They still gon' put pictures of my derrière in the magazine
You want a piece of me? You want a piece of me!
 
She was pure like snowflakes
No one could ever stain
The memory of my angel
Could never cause me pain

Years go by I'm lookin' through a girly magazine
And there's my homeroom angel on the pages in-between

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
 
Now isn't that a shame that sometimes money buys you everything and nothing?
Love it only seems to buy a terminal condition of the heart
Thinking about you, driving me crazy
My friends all say it's just a phase, but every day is a yellow day
I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard
 
It's poetry in motion
She turned her tender eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmm - but she blinded me with science
"She blinded me with science!"
And failed me in biology
 
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