The Sleeping Beauty, Op. 66, Act I "The Spell": No. 8c, Pas d'action. Aurora's Variation

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Lyrics for "8 Ball" RACING UP AND DOWN OH THESE HOLLYWOOD HILLS WHY THE FROWN LITTLE GIRL WE ARE HOME, HOME, HOME, DRINK AND SMOKE AND HOTRAIL OH TIL THE FEEL IS KILLED WHY THE FROWN LITTLE GIRL WE ARE HOME WHY SHOULD WE SLOW DOWN? WHAT'S THAT SOUND LITTLE GIRL? WE ARE ALONE IN THIS DARK WORLD PACING UP AND DOWN OH THIS WINDING STAIRCASE THAT LEADS YOU ANYWHERE OH BUT THE LIGHT YOU SAY YOU PREFER TO STARE INTO THE STARLESS SKY AT NIGHT OHHHH WE ARE HOME, HOME, HOME, DRINK AND SMOKE AND HOTRAIL WE ARE HOME, HOME, HOME, WONDERING OH WHEN WE FELL? OH YEAH AND FLEETWOOD MAC TIPPED MY BOYFRIEND AN LA CHRISTMAS SNOW DIPPED 8 BALL I LISTENED TO SOCALSING IN JOY AS THE CRYSTAL SHIP ARRIVED WITH IT'S HAUL YOU GET DIRTY KNEES ON SHOPPING SPREES YOU GO HOME, HOME, HOMEHOME WE ALL PAY SMALL FEES, GET LOST IN THE TREES YOU GO HOME, HOME, HOME, HOME YOU GET DIRTY KNEES ON SHOPPING SPREES YOU GO HOME, HOME, HOMEHOME WE ALL PAY SMALL FEES, GET LOST IN THE TREES YOU GO HOME, HOME, HOME, HOME SLUTTING UP AND DOWN OH THESE HOLLYWOOD HILLS WHY THE FROWN LITTLE GIRL WE ARE HOME, HOME, HOME SHUTTING OUT YOUR HEART TO THE LOVE THAT LIES BESIDE YOU AND LIES BLEEDING IN THIS MESS ON YOUR FLOOR WHY CAN'T WE SLOW DOWN? FEEDING LIKE A TRAPPED VAMPIRE WHORE WHY CAN'T WE TURN AROUND? SUCKING UP THIS TOWN OH THESE HOLLYWOOD HILLS WHY THE FROWN LITTLE GIRL YOU LOVE TO BLOW, BLOW, BLOW FUCKING UP & DROWNING YOUR SOUL IS NOT THE ROW TO HOE OH NO! IT'S ANOTHER SNOW STORM TO LOSE YOUR SOUL IN ANOTHER CHUNK OF YOUR HEART IS TORN UNTIL IT'S FORGOTTEN OH YEAH AND FLEETWOOD MAC TIPPED MY BOYFRIEND AN LA CHRISTMAS SNOW DIPPED 8 BALL I LISTENED TO SOCALSING IN JOY AS THE CRYSTAL SHIP ARRIVED WITH IT'S HAUL YOU GET DIRTY KNEES ON SHOPPING SPREES YOU GO HOME, HOME, HOMEHOME WE ALL PAY SMALL FEES, GET LOST IN THE TREES YOU GO HOME, HOME, HOME, HOME YOU GET DIRTY KNEES ON SHOPPING SPREES YOU GO HOME, HOME, HOMEHOME WE ALL PAY SMALL FEES, GET LOST IN THE TREES YOU GO HOME, HOME, HOME, HOME Copyright 2007 Beau Phillips