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Livin’ On the Edge [Single]
Sittin’ at a stop sign
Lookin’ for a friend of mine
Ready just to lose the plan
Talk into some heat
She’s slidin’ over next to me
Then she said this life is a jam
It’s a shaky situation
And I’m hangin’ on my will
And I get no satisfaction
From a hundred dollar bill
I got what I came for
And I’ll do it ’till I drop
You do what you want to do
I ain’t never gonna stop
They say they got something that makes you feel good
And you can’t stop messin’ with it
All your life you’ve been so misunderstood
‘Cause you can’t stop messin’ with it
Sittin’ by the sea shore
Dreamin’ ’bout a little more
Second little class advice
Nine seven six
Man, I need another fix
I never had to kiss the bride
Yeah, the city is a war zone
This country gone mad
And the beer cans in the alley
From the rich folks on the hill
They’re screamin’ hallelujah
But, I don’t give a damn
‘Cause I got my own religion, yeah
So walk out my hand
They say they got somethin’ that makes you feel good
And you can’t stop messin’ with it
All your life you’ve been so misunderstood
Now you can’t stop messin’ with it
They say they got somethin’ that makes you feel good
And you can’t stop messin’ with it
All your life you’ve been so misunderstood
Now you can’t stop messin’ with it
They say they got somethin’ that makes you feel good
And you can’t stop messin’ with it
All your life you’ve been so misunderstood
Now you can’t stop messin’, can’t stop messin’
They say they got somethin’ that makes you feel good
And you can’t stop messin’ with it
All your life you’ve been so misunderstood
Now you can’t stop messin’ with it
They say they got somethin’ that makes you feel good
And you can’t stop messin’ with it
All your life you’ve been so misunderstood
Now you can’t stop m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-messin’ with it
Lord of the Thighs
Transcribed by Jeff Thieleke ([email protected])
Down to who knows who, just to socialize.
I’m waiting for my girls, when you call my eyes.
You got no way to make a man honor,
You got to understand.
I’m your man, child. Lord of the Thighs.
Well, well, Lordie my God,
What do we got here?
She’s flashin’ ‘cross the floor,
Make it perfectly clear.
You’re the bait, and you’re the hook,
Someone ‘bound to take a look.
I’m your man, child. Lord of the Thighs.
You must of come here to find it,
You’ve got the look in your eyes.
Although you really don’t mind it —
I am the Lord of your Thighs!
You must of come here to find it baby,
You’ve got the look in your eyes.
Although you really don’t mind it —
I am the Lord of your Thighs!