Boas musicas!!!!!!!!!

Cacth without arms

I'm not your star
I'm not that beam of light
Here to save your life
To make your wallet fat While mine's on a diet
It's not my greatest care
But simple needs are scarce It's never-ending
It really seems unfair But lately I don't care I don't care about much
I've given up trying
So sing about love Sing about lust
So they will care
It's the same difference
That's what happens when you play catch without arms
It's what sets, sets, sets us apart
That's what happens when you compromise your art
It's what sets, sets, sets us apart
We've got this far
I don't know if you care
But I think that you should swear Or something of the sorts
Show me your trying
So sing about love
Sing about lust
So they will care
It's the same difference
That's what happens when you play catch without arms
It's what sets, sets, sets us apart
That's what happens when you compromise your art It's what sets, sets, sets us apart
Set the bait so they will bite it
If there's a hook they can't deny it
Sing about love so they can feel it
Sing about love so they can sing it Sing it That's what happens when you play catch without arms It's what sets, sets, sets us apart
That's what happens when you compromise your art
It's what sets, sets, sets us apart
I'm not your star
I'm not that beam of light
Here to save your life
Oh no Not your star Not that beam of light Here to save your life Oh no


. Siberian Kiss

Give me back my pictures of me.
Me, you, and him that makes three.
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depressand
I hope that you know.
Like a bitch in heat
I hope she know.
So put another penny in and turn the crank until the framescease
to move and the movie turns into a photo,
a photo the size of a kiss I hope she knows
.Staring at a Parisian sex flick where the characters don't meet,
the characters don't speak,
and the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors:
space always expanding.
So put another coin in and turn the crank until the framescease
to move and the movie turns into a photo,
a photo the size of my fist I hope she knows.
A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
in a photo the size of a kiss,
a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
On phone lines and letterhead,
I'm dying about.
I'm dying about.
On phone lines and letterhead,
I'm dying about.
I'm dying about.
I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing.
Why don't you sell yourself.
There's always one more thing.
Why don't you sell yourself.
If I can't have you know one will.
Pushing a lover to love another.
Are you turned on?A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
in a photo the size of a kiss,
a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
I keep you jealously to myself
.