I′m lying on my back now The stars look all too near Flowers on the razor wire I know you′re here We are few And far between I was thinking about her skin Love is a many splintered thing Don′t be afraid now Just walk on in (flowers on the razor wire) (walk on in) Her eyes were cobalt red Her voice was cobalt blue I see no purple light Crashing out of you So just walk on in (flowers on the razor wire) (walk on in) Her lovers queued up in the hallway I heard them scratching at the door I tried to tell her About marx and engels, God and angels I don′t really know what for But she looked good in ribbons So just walk on in She looked good in ribbons So just walk on in
Tie a red red red red red red ribbon Love is a many splintered thing Tie a red red red red ribbon Don′t be afraid Just walk on in
Just walk on in (incoming...) (incoming...) Just walk on in Just walk on in Flowers on the razor wire Just walk on in... Incoming!
All the girls they like their presents, like their presents When boys wrap ‘em up in ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, Doesn’t matter if they’re precious or expensive if they’re Well thought out, sexed up, wrapped right. Everytime, get in line and give me mine.
We like black, white, Big striped, Polka-dotted Cafe latte Presents come in many sizes. Wrap them up in ribbons.
Wrap them presents up in ribbons, Wrap them presents up (in ribbons), Wrap them presents up (in ribbons).
Wrap them presents up in ribbons, Wrap them presents up (in ribbons), Wrap them presents up (in ribbons).
I’m not a Hallmark card expression, Need material attention Wrapped in ribbons Richard Simmons, silly ribbons, ribbons, ribbons.
If you can’t afford the best, Don’t be stressed, take a rest. Get a job, do it right, It’s my birthday all night.
We like black, white, Big striped, famous supersizing We don’t care what you put inside it, Wrap it up in ribbons.
It’s the life style that I like. I’ll give you yours, You’ll give me mine, But don’t forget to wrap them up in pretty pretty ribbons.
Wrap them presents up in ribbons, Wrap them presents up (in ribbons), Wrap them presents up (in ribbons).
Wrap them presents up in ribbons, Wrap them presents up (in ribbons), Wrap them presents up (in ribbons).
Only difference between downtown and uptown is Therapy and valium, therapy and valium. Not lying when I say this, there’s a price to being famous. Yeah, it’s therapy and valium, therapy and valium, huh!
It’s not complicated, just a fashion statement. Everybody wrap it up, everybody wrap it up. It’s not complicated, just a fashion statement. Everybody wrap it up (wrap it up now), everybody wrap it up.
(Lots of presents) It’s not complicated, (Filthy riches) Just a fashion statement. Everybody wrap it up (wrap it up now), everybody wrap it up.
(Got good presents) It’s not complicated, (Filthy riches) Just a fashion statement. Everybody wrap it up (wrap it up now), everybody wrap it up.
Wrap it up now.
Wrap them presents up in ribbons, Wrap them presents up (in ribbons), Wrap them presents up (in ribbons).
Wrap them presents up in ribbons, Wrap them presents up (in ribbons), Wrap them presents up (in ribbons).
Quoting creeds of correctness cast in cannons of care convoluted compassion commiserating despair
pin a ribbon on my heart for the ones who′ve gone before pin a ribbon on the air pin a ribbon on my heart if it proves i really care pin a ribbon on the air
wearing walls within windows where all wishes are weighed wanted wages unwilling while we watch on with dismay
Deep fail in a head, nuthin on face Dicky thoughts are landin outside of base Two bocks in a pocket, some hate inside For anotha mothafucka with a bozo mind Some times I feel in a dead of night That somebody takes all ma bodyscrews out Yeah, mothafucka, again′n′again I catch tha time and cherish ma brain I flog ma dreams, flog all reflexes anotha things in this time makes ma distresses I lost all rools and limits no more Before I will be to ribbonz torn Torn, torn to ribbonz man Torn to MF ribbonz Walkin late at night through ma garbage town With thousands fuckin whores′ n a packs of spown They′re searcin a cash ′n killin cops I absorbe it in maself, but it′s not ma fuckin job Old pusha said:"Hey, taste ma joint now U′ll set off, man, to tha greatest point He saw ma eyes and took away his ass ′Cause ma fuckin brain was full of grass Bombastic heroes with big square jawls Malin steel stares strengin their frost balls They′re playn arnolds ′n filterin words Lookin in shopwindows with reflection of gods Ma fuck off′s too quietly for tha crowd and I wish that u make me louda Whenever I will all that shit ignore and I willbe to ribbonz torn Hey, u listen brotha, u know I′m not a MF mizantrope man, bur everyone are too Much bastardoz. and when I′m lookin on this crowd I wanna get ′em one good piece of advice: SUCK MA DICK, MF, ′N GET OUT FROM MA WORLD!