Didnât you kill my brother?
Iâm pleading innocent innocent
You know me wouldnât do that to you
Girl, Iâm pleading innocent innocent
Iâm innocent
She even caught me on camera
It wasnât me
Too many cameras and not enough food.
Er, never before has a boy wanted more!
How do you like it?
When you give me all your love
And do it, babe, the very best you can
Oh, thatâs the way, uh-huh, uh-huh
I like it, uh-huh, uh-huh
Youâre blinded by love, youâre blinded by science.
You conditionâs critically grave.
But donât expect mercy from such an alliance.
Suspicion of traditionâs so new wave.
Our ancient nightmares, the ghostly legends and fiendish tales: all the myths are true.
The only truth is in my heart.
I ainât got no heart.
Since I heard your lilting laughter
Itâs your Irish heart Iâm after
Peg of my heart
I ainât got no body.
When Irish hearts are happy, all the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling, they steal your heart away.
At your command, before you here I stand
My heart is in my handâŚâŚeeeaalluch
Itâs here that I must be
My heart entreats, just hear those savage beats
And go put on your cleats,
And come and trample me
(#meta that probably works for both posts)
Are you ready, boots?
Because youâre mine, I walk the line
(#Meta Leningrad Cowboys Go America is one of my favorite films)
I hear you singing in the wire, I can hear you through the whine
And the Wichita Lineman is still on the line.
Itâs not in the way you look or the things that you say that you do
Hold the line
Love isnât always on time