Everybody hurts
Buffista Music II: Wrath of Chaka Khan
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Love is suicide.
And suicide is painless.
Therefore love is painless. But love hurts. Love scars. It wounds and mars.
So much for that syllogism
Sometimes love don't feel like it should, you make it hurt so good.
It cuts like a knife, but it feels so right
Love is a battlefield
Love is like a heatwave. Sometimes I stare in space, tears all over my face. Can't explain. Don't understand it. I ain't never felt like this before.
Love, love is a verb; love is a doing word.
It makes you blind, it does you in
It makes you think you're pretty tough
It makes you prone to crime and sin
It makes you say thing off the cuff
It's very small and made of glass
and grossly over-advertised
It turns a genius into an ass
and makes a fool think he is wise
It could make you regret your birth
or turn cartwheels in your best suit
It costs a lot more than it's worth
and yet there is no substitute
They keep it on a higher shelf
the older and more pure it grows
It has no color in itself
but it can make you see rainbows
You can find it at the Bowery
or you can find it at Elaine's
It makes your words more flowery
It makes the sun shine, makes it rain
You just get what they put in
and they never put in enough
Love is like a bottle of gin
but a bottle of gin is not like love
Love is blindness.
Lick my legs
I'm on fire
Lick my legs
Of desire!