If he don't wanna talk leave him alone If he don't wanna talk leave him alone He's a self made man, he did it on his own Now some folks say there's a
They came this mornin' with a dog on a chain They came and took my little brother away His generation never even got a name, oh no Yeah, my momma was
Now I've had the time of my life No, I never felt this way before Yes I swear, it's the truth And I owe it all to you 'Cause I've had the time of my
I've seen 'Sleepless In Seattle' way too many times And I guess my expectations might seem a little high I know they're just actors on a screen I look
Flight 709 pulled up to the gate An hour and 45 minutes late And of course our connection was already in the air Spent a day of our vacation in Chicago
well if you have to choose take the one you love, the best not the one who wants you just to hold you to her breast well she'll treat you fine she
I gave you freedom, don't hand me your pain A loversheart burning, now has vanished in the flames Our kind of love was to strange to comprehend It'
[Mandy:] Was it something that I said Something that I did Something that I once wrote That turned your eyes to me Made you believe [Senna:] There was
me, I make the front page of every magazine V-O-G-U-E, my leg mak'em go crazy, meet me at the catwalk (V-O-G-U-E, [etc.]) Slip in my dress, zip it tight
She ran hard And her feet felt nothin' A giant river twistin' to the top of the hill And fell down hard And man, it hurt And bruised her body On the rocks
Monday is here and I'm feeling no pain Easy jet ticket to take me to Spain Captain, get your foot down In two hours, I'll be there Tuesday, in love with
I always pictured you with flowers in your hair. dancing in the dry rain. you held color beyond love. yet the sensation to no longer walk in is alive.
With tunnel vision on You are the only one All made up, stare straight up And walk straight into a wall See this is all your fault You take more than
What the thrush toils at, the partridge asks for The hapless one takes, the troubled one steals Puts upon a spade, sets on a runner Hides under a door
never know we enemies until they hear me say it Till they kid's on the phone sayin', "Please, Daddy pay it" Till they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement High-class elegance
Writer Bill Owens Copyright 1969 I'm fed up with you feedin' me a line You say that wasn't you I saw with someone else last night You say you've never
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Hey world are you afraid? Hey world be very afraid Hey world are you afraid? Hey world be very afraid Hey world are you afraid? Hey world be very afraid