The words are coming I feel terrible
Is it typical for us to act like this
Am I just another scene
From a movie that you've seen 100 times
Cause baby you weren't the first or the last or the worst
And I've got to fill the blanks in the past with a verse
And we could sit around and cry but frankly you're not worth it anymore
[Chorus:]
So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under
Lipstick lullabies
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand that you're making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry
On any other day I'd shoot the boy
But your simple toy
Had caused a scene like that
Leave him hanging on the walls
Just a picture in the hall
Like 100 more
Consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips
And he's making you scream with his hands on your hips
I hope he's leaving you empty baby this is just a fix
For such a simple little whore
[Chorus]
And your name remains the same
All that has changed is this pretty face
So pull the trigger
It never gets closer
You want to start over
But never start over
Pull the trigger
It never gets closer
You want to start over
but never start over
[Chorus]
Say hello
Say hello
Lipstick lullabies
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand how you're making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry and...
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Copuld My Sonj Be A Part Of Your Band? | Reviewer: Andrea | 4/18/2008
My birth son was born April 25th 1989.I'm told he is part of a fairly succesful band in his hometown. He loves doing "JackAss" Videos and it is his dream to become the "best" Tattoo Artist im all the world. Way to Go Son` My husband is awesome in that feild. He's not your birth father but, he was my destiny. Perhaps your's????
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