 Artist :: L.A. Guns |
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| Lyric :: 17 Crash |
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| I groove in stereo
She make the moves
I love the nasty girls
How 'bout them shoes
You are so pretty girl
I love ya thighs
Take a trip in my Cadillac
2 the wild side
Chorus
17 Crash chaos all around me
17 Crash hot sticky sweet
17
You're coming back with me
Don't say a word
Fire's burning down below
Ice in my blood
I ain't no Romeo
No daddy sweet
Just a bit of rock n' roll
Found on the street
Chorus
I bet u 10 2 1
Cause I fix the race
Put it down 2 xperience
A different kinda taste
O my pretty 1
Don't look so sad
Drink 2 me occasionally
And all the fun we had
Chorus
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| Artist :: L.A. Guns |
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| Lyric :: Ballad Of Jayne |
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| She was always something special
A diamond shining bright in the rain
Everybody dreams of angels
No one will ever know how much I loved ya so
Chorus
Now it all seems funny
Kinda like a dream
Things ain't always what they seem
What a shame
What happened to Jayne
U were always on my mind
A childlike summer days in the sun
Slowly wishes turn to sadness
Time don't heal a broken gun
I wish I'd never let u go
Hear me now cause I want ya to know
Chorus
Now she's breakin' hearts in heaven
Shining bright in the sky
I still hear her voice in the wind
I still thing of u in the night
Well I guess she'll never know
How much I need her so
Chorus
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| Artist :: L.A. Guns |
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| Lyric :: Big House |
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| Psychotic
Neurotic
Alcoholic
You might call me imbecilic
I'm dirty I'm so mean
Like no other you've ever seen
I'll take down the other side
A place where you can meet and hide
I'll take you down the darker way
To a game - a game that I play
And what you see is what you get
A wicked man with no regrets
I get whatever I want
You won't forget
Goin' back to the Big House
Goin' back - back inside
Pathetic, rejected, full of doom
Some people call me Mr. Gloom
I sold my soul - sold my soul
When I went down the fire hole
I'll take you down, down with me
A nice place for you to be
I'll take you down to my home
I'll leave you there to die alone
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| Artist :: L.A. Guns |
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| Lyric :: Crystal Eyes |
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| With crystal eyes she gazes
Like a desert flower
In the morning rain
She's well aware of every promise made
She's a child of light in a world of pain
Oh let her be free, Holy Zion
Give us eyes to see
Something to rely on
Crystal eyes, I still love you
You're my one desire
Crystal eyes, I can't live without your touch
You are my crystal eyes
Crystal eyes, she don't say much
But she sees right through
Your thin disguise
You'll never know she comes and goes
Slips through the veil of the dead of night
Oh let her be free, Holy Zion
Give us eyes to see
Something to rely on
Crystal eyes, I still love you
You're my one desire
Crystal eyes, I can't live wit (full lyric) |
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| Artist :: L.A. Guns |
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| Lyric :: Big House |
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| Psychotic
Neurotic
Alcoholic
You might call me imbecilic
I'm dirty I'm so mean
Like no other you've ever seen
I'll take down the other side
A place where you can meet and hide
I'll take you down the darker way
To a game - a game that I play
And what you see is what you get
A wicked man with no regrets
I get whatever I want
You won't forget
Goin' back to the Big House
Goin' back - back inside
Pathetic, rejected, full of doom
Some people call me Mr. Gloom
I sold my soul - sold my soul
When I went down the fire hole
I'll take you down, down with me
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| Artist :: L.A. Guns |
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| Lyric :: Big House (4:12) |
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| Psychotic
Neurotic
Alcoholic
You might call me imbecilic
I'm dirty I'm so mean
Like no other you've ever seen
I'll take down the other side
A place where you can meet and hide
I'll take you down the darker way
To a game - a game that I play
And what you see is what you get
A wicked man with no regrets
I get whatever I want
You won't forget
Goin' back to the Big House
Goin' back - back inside
Pathetic, rejected, full of doom
Some people call me Mr. Gloom
I sold my soul - sold my soul
When I went down the fire hole
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| Artist :: L.A. Guns |
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| Lyric :: Crystal Eyes |
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| With crystal eyes she gazes
Like a desert flower
In the morning rain
She's well aware of every promise made
She's a child of light in a world of pain
Oh let her be free, Holy Zion
Give us eyes to see
Something to rely on
Crystal eyes, I still love you
You're my one desire
Crystal eyes, I can't live without your touch
You are my crystal eyes
Crystal eyes, she don't say much
But she sees right through
Your thin disguise
You'll never know she comes and goes
Slips through the veil of the dead of night
Oh let her be free, Holy Zion
Give us eyes to see
Something to r (full lyric) |
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| Artist :: L.A. Guns |
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| Lyric :: Crystal Eyes (5:54) |
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| With crystal eyes she gazes
Like a desert flower
In the morning rain
She's well aware of every promise made
She's a child of light in a world of pain
Oh let her be free, Holy Zion
Give us eyes to see
Something to rely on
Crystal eyes, I still love you
You're my one desire
Crystal eyes, I can't live without your touch
You are my crystal eyes
Crystal eyes, she don't say much
But she sees right through
Your thin disguise
You'll never know she comes and goes
Slips through the veil of the dead of night
Oh let her be free, Holy Zion
Give us e (full lyric) |
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| Artist :: L.A. Guns |
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| Lyric :: Dirty Luv |
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| Come on everybody I'm back in town
Gonna bring you up, gonna shake you down
Gonna set you up to another place
Gonna wipe that smile back on your face
I'm calling all the home girls in L.A.
I've got some thing good, gonna come your way
All the fine girls from old Times Square
I love your style and savour faire
Don't want your conversation
Don't want to talk about trust
I want excitation
I want your Dirty Luv
Dirty Luv
Come on little baby I love your stuff
I'd die 4 U, Can't get enough
I'm a back door lover in a limousine
I'll show you streets you've never seen
I'll do you bab (full lyric) |
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| Artist :: L.A. Guns |
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| Lyric :: Dirty Luv (4:29) |
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| Come on everybody I'm back in town
Gonna bring you up, gonna shake you down
Gonna set you up to another place
Gonna wipe that smile back on your face
I'm calling all the home girls in L.A.
I've got some thing good, gonna come your way
All the fine girls from old Times Square
I love your style and savour faire
Don't want your conversation
Don't want to talk about trust
I want excitation
I want your Dirty Luv
Dirty Luv
Come on little baby I love your stuff
I'd die 4 U, Can't get enough
I'm a back door lover in a limousine
I'll show you streets you've never see (full lyric) |
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