now you don't

I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.

Remember when you said my love was like the rain? Not the sweet sound after the drought, but the pain of it hard on your back in a storm.

Это все должно было стать моим, но тебя как будто нет

Я пробовал, думал и забывал

What I really want to know is do you feel that you have more freedom now? Are you treated like a human being? Perhaps I have not made myself clear. You have been in love for a time. Life was better than it is now. You ain't got the same voice. There is a word I've heard since it was before.

None of these boys can dance Not a single one of them stand a chance All of them girls a mess I've seen it all before I'm not impressed None of them get my sex None of them move my intellect None of them work for me None of them make me feel anything None of them get my stands None of them do it like I can None of these chicks got style None of these drugs get me high None of these beats are raw None of these beats ever break the law None of them kicks go boom None of them bass lines fill the room I'm so bored in this town Take me away from here Play me some kind of new sound Something true and sincere I've got a little girl singing on repeat in my head Take me far away from here

All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love

Не существует ни понедельников, ни воскресений — просто дни, которые толкутся в беспорядке, а потом вдруг вспышки, вроде нынешней.

Катаглоттизм

Remember me for mistakes I've made I always did leave when I shoulda stayed

The receiver in my rocket ship always stays in tune to the right waveband