Come a little closer
Here comes the misery, yeah yeah
Coming back to make me pay, yeah yeah
I wanted you haunting me, but not just yet
Give the memories time to blossom into regret
You come to my house,
I don’t know what you’re talking about
I owe you nothing,
I owe you nothing,
You say you need friends or something
Just shut up,
I’m feeling guilty,
Get away from me I’m thinking
No way this again
You come and stand and face me,
You’re betrayed
Like I should say something or ask you to stay
And now you’re gonna go all girlie on me
You always left me wanting,
Now I want you to leave
You can talk about the things that you say you left behind
While you lead me down dark alleys in the ghettos of your mind
You’ve got that look on your face,
That I could never comprehend
Anyway
Fuck you waste my time
And tell me that you’re broken hearted now
A long way back to where you’ve been
You cry alone, martyrs alone
Here comes the misery, yeah yeah
Coming back to make me pay, once again
I wanted you haunting me, but not just yet
You better go before I do something I regret
You can run,
Call the cops,
Cry your eyes out,
Give them the lot
You can say I marked your face,
But you do these things to yourself anyway
I can never be with you,
This is over, this is over, this is over
Hey, hey, hey
See a man about a mule???
Like what you see?
Glass dildo
Pretty tied up in boots..
![There’s a time for livingTime keeps on flyingThink you’re loving babyBut all your doing is crying[CHORUS:]Can you feelAre those feelings realLook at your game, girlLook at your game, girlWhat a mad delusionLiving in that confusionFrustration and doubtCan you ever live without the gameThe sad, sad gameMad gameJust to say loves’ not enoughIf it can’t be trueOh, you can tell those lies baby but you’re only fooling you[CHORUS]Can you feelI know those feelings ain’t realThen you better stop tryingOr you’re gonna play cryingStop tryingOr you’re gonna play cryingStop tryingThat’s the gameSad sad gameMad gameSad game
— Guns ‘n roses: Look at your game, girl.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lprh1ptdlc1r0ueono1_500.jpg)
There’s a time for living
Time keeps on flying
Think you’re loving baby
But all your doing is crying
[CHORUS:]
Can you feel
Are those feelings real
Look at your game, girl
Look at your game, girl
What a mad delusion
Living in that confusion
Frustration and doubt
Can you ever live without the game
The sad, sad game
Mad game
Just to say loves’ not enough
If it can’t be true
Oh, you can tell those lies baby but you’re only fooling you
[CHORUS]
Can you feel
I know those feelings ain’t real
Then you better stop trying
Or you’re gonna play crying
Stop trying
Or you’re gonna play crying
Stop trying
That’s the game
Sad sad game
Mad game
Sad game
— Guns ‘n roses: Look at your game, girl.
Hey little girl, wanna go for a ride
there’s room in my wagon, it’s parked right outside
we can cruise down Robbert Street all night long
but I think I’ll just rape you and kill you instead
Diane, Diane, Diane
I hear there’s a party at lake Cove
It would be so much esier if I drove
We could check it out, we could go and see
Come on take a ride with me
Diane, Diane, Diane
We lay down together for a while
I put all your clothes in a nice neat little pile
you’re the cutest Girl I’ve ever seen in my life
but it’s over now and with my knife
Diane, Diane, Diane
— Therapy?
Your daddy works in porno
Now that mommy’s not around
She used to love her heroine
But now she’s underground
So you stay out late at night
And you do your coke for free
Drivin’ your friends crazy
With your life’s insanity
Well, well, well you just can’t tell
Well, well, well my Michelle
Sowin’ all your wild oats
In another’s luxuries
Yesterday was Tuesday
Maybe Thursday you can sleep
But school starts much too early
And this hotel wasn’t free
So party till your connection calls
Honey I’ll return the keys
Chorus:
Well, well, well you just can’t tell
Well, well, well my Michelle
Well, well, well you never can tell
Well, well, well my Michelle
Evryone needs love
You know that it’s true
Someday you’ll find someone
That’ll fall in love with you
But oh the time it takes
When you’re all alone
Someday you’ll find someone
That you can call your own
But till then ya better…
Now you’re clean
And so discreet
I won’t say a word
But most of all this song is true
Case you haven’t heard
So c’mon and stop your cryin’
‘Cause we both now money burns
Honey don’t stop tryin’;
An’ you’ll get what you deserve
— Guns ‘n Roses
You been bad
Don’t do what I say.
You don’t listen.
And you never obey.
Try to teach you.
But you just won’t be good.
You won’t behave the way
A big girl should.
It’s time to give the whip a crack.
I’m gonna have to send you back to
Bitch School.
Bitch School.
You’re a beauty.
You’re the best of your breed.
You’re a handful.
And I know what you need.
You need training.
Gonna bring you to heel.
I’m gonna break you with my will of steel.
Discipline’s my middle name.
And no one comes back the same from
Bitch School.
Bitch School.
No more sniffling strangers, or running free at night.
You think my bark’s bad, honey - wait till you feel my bite.
You got problems.
You whine and you beg.
When I’m busy,
You wanna dance with my leg.
I’m gonna chain you.
Make you sleep out of doors.
You’re so fetching when you’re down on all fours.
And when you hear your master,
You will come a little faster, thanks to
Bitch School.
— Spinal Tap