VERSE; We have a SALT AND PEPPER ATTRACTION male- female point of view. She's interdenpent, I'm free. She's subjective, I'm objective. She's senitive
VERSE; We have a SALT AND PEPPER ATTRACTION male /female point of view She's interdependent, I'm free She's subjective, I'm objective She's senitive
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in And stops my mind from wandering Where it will go I'm filling the cracks that ran though the door And kept my
I read the news today, oh boy About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well, I just had to laugh, I saw the photograph
It's getting better all the time I used to get mad at my school (No, I can't complain) The teachers that taught me weren't cool (No, I can't complain)
Lovely Rita, meter maid, lovely Rita meter maid Lovely Rita, meter maid, nothing can come between us When it gets dark I tow your heart away Standing
Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes
We were talking about the space between us all And the people who hide themselves Behind a wall of illusion, never glimpse the truth Then it's far too
When I get older, losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a valentine Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? But if I'd been out
Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say more She goes downstairs
What would you think if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song And I'll try not to sing
Good morning, good morning Good morning, good morning Good morning, ah Nothing to do to save his life Call his wife in Nothing to say but what a day
Mikey got with Sharon, Sharon got Sheriee She was sharin' Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease Mikey had a facial scar and Bobby was a racist They
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Smoke And Mirrors Do you hear the voice? Shouting down the Midnight Friend Do you hear the voice? An empty requiem Tell me who you are To treat me like
Scooping the moon from a starlit pool It ripples and breaks into luminous jewels And shards of light float through the night Moonbeams of magic shining
The old sailor sat at the window seat So he could watch as the ships went by And he drank from a glass that was always filled For the rest of us would
The girls them a hot stepper, uh You know say a them girl deh a the original stepper, yeah Hot like a scotch bonnet pepper Me say Gal yu a pepper you