(Lita Ford)

Mother and father came from New York City
Working their life away
Know they'll give me anything
That a little girl needs to make my life pretty

Seen you before but you're making me sore
But I'm trying not to make a sound
Couldn't help notice you were wanting me
You said I can help you make your life pretty

Oh, baby I'm a million, oh yeah
Oh, baby I'm a million

You like to mess around with your favorite guns
I hope you blow yourself to hell
Cause I've the need honey I got the greed
Just to make my life a little m

by Bob Dylan

You speak to me in sign language,
As I'm eating a sandwich in a small cafe
At a quarter to three.

But I can't respond to your sign language.
You're taking advantage, bringing me down.
Can't you make any sound?

'Twas there by the bakery, surrounded by fakery.
This is my story, still I'm still there.
Does she know I still care?

Link Wray was playing on a jukebox, I was paying
For the words I was saying, so misunderstood.
He didn't do me no good.

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Second Verse

Tears of Liberation Keep a Knockin' Slipped Razor Light Ive Counted What I Have Work for Food Rocket Lord Knowz Now You Tell Me Food For Funk Kali Ohio Who Do You Tell It To Rakkaus Nukkuu Don't Tell Up Where We Belong Gel Bana Bogart The Truman Show Paranoia Key Of E Save The Day Time And Motion A Friend In Need Who Needs It

Where I End and You Begin Don't Make Me Ashamed Strawberry Fields Forever (Beatle Cover) It's Christmas Maldito CorazóN Hit the Deck Hummer Run I Promised You The World Lay Your Body Down Regurgitated Guts Marijuano Locos Not Backing Down TIN ANGEL Vem Tänder Stjärnorna Little Girl Lies Fractured Queen Voglio Una Pelle Splendida Somebody To Love Wie Auch Immer My Way Long Long Time Can't Get Enough Anyway You Want Me