- Besa Me Mucho
Besame, besame mucho
Each time I cling to your kiss I hear music divine
So besame, besa me mucho
Well love me forever and say that you'll always be mine
Well this joy is something new
My arms enfolding you
Never knew, this thrill before
- Cobras P.T.3
When your find yourself, alone
And you got no-one that you can call your own
And you know,
That for the first time girl, you're gonna have to be alone
And those things, that he said
Are gonna feel your head and rewind, and play again
And she knows,
- Flight Of The Finch
The flight of the finch it can be lonely
I dont expect for you to understand
He's got no use for words
He's the weakest of the birds
And when he spreads his wings
You watch him span
Well I can tell in your words that your sincere
- Gun Vs. Knife
Well I heard of jealous guys
But this one takes the cake
And he wants to murder me
But I've never seen his face
But if he wants it, tell him "bring it on!"
And I'm not gonna be scared at all
But I've seen him in my dreams
- Replacement Man
Well you didn't have to come
If you want me here I is
Well suck it up, you little girl
Cos its done for you and him
And you didn't have to come
If you want me here I is
But when you hold me,
All you want to talk about is him
- Telegram Sam
Telegram Sam Telegram Sam
You're my main man
Golden Nose Slim Golden Nose Slim
I know's where you've been
Purple Pie Pete Purple Pie Pete
Your lips are like lightning
Girls melt in the heat
- Tryin to Say
Ow
Well my heart in my chest will beat for you
With a white t-shirt, you can see right through
Pounds my brains like a kettle drum
There's something I been tryin' to say to you
Something I been tryin' to say
- Walk Among The Cobras P.T.1
Well I found out, what it's like
To walk among the cobras and, really be alone
And to pick at all the bones
Well I found out, what it meant
To really say I'm starving, and the truth was so alarming
And in fact I find it haunting
- You Can't Go Home No More
You Can't Go Home
You can't go home no more
You can't go home
You can't go home no more
What in the hell am I trying for
Standing in the shade of the old pine tree
- Young Girls
Oooh
Young girls are stupid and they're cruel
But what am I to do?
Because I still want them anyway
And other boys do too
And I said
Ooh ooh