8950 |
It's hard for me to say what's right when all I want to do is wrong. |
Prince, |
Gett Off |
8951 |
I've been the lowest low on the planet, I've been a sinner all my days. And I was living with my hands on the trigger, I had no sense to change my ways. |
Sting, |
This Cowboy Song |
8952 |
I've taken every drug there is to take and I know that the natural high is the best high in the world. |
Donovan, |
Riki Tiki Tavi |
8953 |
Jogging in the park is my excuse to look at all the girls. |
The Kinks, |
Art Lover |
8954 |
Kiss me hard, squeeze me tight, gonna love you alright, cause I'm a naughty, naughty, naughty guy. |
John Parr, Naughty, |
Naughty |
8955 |
Living a lie or telling the truth, I kid myself to make it through. Don't even know who I am, don't even understand. |
No Grace, |
Your Disease |
8956 |
Looking at my life, it's very clear to me, I lived so selfishly. |
Madonna, |
Nothing Really Matters |
8957 |
Making love to you has left me peaceful, warm, and tired. |
Hollies, |
Air That I Breath |
8958 |
Man needs a maid. |
Neil Young, |
A Man Needs A Maid |
8959 |
Man, I need to impress her, cause I'd like to undress her. |
Lyle Lovett, |
Sonja |
8960 |
My balls are aching, but I'm not looking for deliverance. |
The Who, |
Daily Records |
8961 |
My balls feel like a pair of maracas. |
Frank Zappa, |
Why Does It Hurt When I Pee? |
8962 |
My brother is not my lover. |
Violent Femmes, |
World We're Living In |
8963 |
My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus. It's that kind of morning. |
Jimmy Buffett, My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, |
And I Don't Love Jesus |
8964 |
My head is empty, but my bowels are full. |
Nomeansno, Cats, Sex, |
And Nazis |
8965 |
My views may be wrong, they may even be perverted. |
Depeche Mode, |
Somebody |
8966 |
No far from it, we weren't searching for some pie in the sky summit. We were just young, and restless, and bored, living by the sword. |
Bob Seger, |
Night Moves |
8967 |
No truth could ever fear me. |
George Harrison, |
Learning How To Love You |
8968 |
Now I'm left with all this pain, I've only got myself to blame. |
NSYNC, |
Drive Myself Crazy |
8969 |
On the way the paperbag was on my knees, man, I had a dreadful flight. |
The Beatles, |
Back In The U.S.S.R. |