Brand New Hairstyle
I'm looking for a brand new hairstyle
One that I can call my own
And not be ashamed to cut my own hair
One that makes you glad to see me
One that makes me glad to be here
One that I can wear with pride when I go outside
I'm tired of caring about, what other people say
My hair is on my head my hair is mine
I need a brand new outlook, to face a brand new day
I need a brand new hairstyle in a big way
Down the Street
Walking with you down the street
I feel much taller then I ever thought I'd be
You don't have to cry
Just tell me that I'm the only guy who can
Touch you, touch you
Writing your name on an overpass
Maybe I wanted things to move much too fast
You don't have to run
Just tell me that I'm the only person who can
Touch you, touch you
Everything good comes to an end
I know you'll say that we still can be friends
I will understand
Just tell me that i'm the only man who can
Touch you
Writing A Letter
I'm writing a letter to my baby
My baby so far away
I'm writing a letter to my baby
And this is what it says-
Ba da ba bop bidop bop badda
bidop bop badda bidop bop badda
I'm writing a letter to my baby
I'm sending it today
I'm writing a letter to my baby
And this is what it says-
Ba da ba bop bidop bop badda
bidop bop badda bidop bop badda
I'm writing a love song to whomever
Tends to look my way
I'm writing a love song to whomever
And this is what it says-
Ba da ba bop bidop bop badda
bidop bop badda bidop bop badda
Missing Out
Some people really make me sick
And here's another reason why I don't lift weights
I don't talk about it in the locker room
But i don't like football
So I just keep my mouth shut
Can't respect myself if I don't respect her
Can't respect her if she doesn't say, "Wait"
Some people think that I'm missing out
But their idea of fun written in a poem
On the door of a bathroom stall
No Time For Your Lies
It's not evil
But it's pretty bad
Don't sell your love
It's not totally unheard of
But it's not something
You'd want your dad to get word of
No time for your lies
My little sparrow
Without a home
Don't fly tonight
I can tell by that look in you eye
And the bruise on your thigh
You're not really a registered nurse
No time for your lies
Pasted
The sky painted all in pastel
I'm pasted on the ground
World of rooms
All designed to keep you down
One day
I'll fly away
And disappear behind the sky
The sky, the sky
The sky, the sky
Behind the sky
I've painted all I can hold
I'm planted on the ground
World of arms
Each one trying to hold you down
Goodbye
I don't wanna come back here
I don't wanna lose you again
The sky painted all in pastel
I'm pasted on the ground
World of rooms
All designed to keep you down
Sandra
I didn't think I'd be man enough
For Sandra Bernhard
But then I thought it might be
Just that kind of sensitivity
Which appeals to her
I know what's going on
Behind those doomed and sultry eyes
Only the one man who understands her
Can fill the hole she has inside
All I want is a picture of Sandra
Getting her mail
In an old bathrobe
Without any makeup
Without any shoes
I'm so close I can almost
Feel her hand
I wonder if she can
Feel my eyes
She'd have no right to turn me away
I had no choice but to come here
If she could see me now
If she would open her blinds
Would she be afraid to come outside
And look me in the eyes and say:
"I want you to show me
I want you to open me up
I want you to sing for me"
And then I would say: "Sandra"
Stars
Your dreams of love would come true
If you'd only dream that I'm in love with you
Look up at the stars tonight
And guess which one I wished upon
If I were a lucky guy I don't think I'd know what to do
I don't think I'd know what to do
Your eyes, your smile, your hair
Maybe someday I won't have to pretend
But how do I know that I have even got a chance with you?
What good is it if I won't end up with you anyway?
So I'll follow the moon back home
Maybe this is all too soon, I don't know
Look up at the stars tonight
And guess which one I wished upon
If you can find it will my wish come true?
Can you see something in the stars tonight?
Can you see something written in the stars tonight?
Written in the stars tonight
Theme From "Cheerleader"
Proud to wear the uniform
Of a man who won't conform
Learning how to fit the mold
Of a man who can't be told
Climb aboard that tour bus
Down the road less traveled
Every song sounds like the last one
Let's make this next one a fast one
I don't think the way to see something
Is to stand behind somebody else
I don't think the way to say something
Is to be a cheerleader
