Secret calls long after hours Suspicions rise, why does she whisper Someone's hiding something What's going on She smiles and finds an excuse to
I stayed up all night long Drinkin' and thinkin' 'bout you Is there anything left at all Is there anything that I can do 'Cause I don't know what
here still Inspector Mills Oo, someday soon I might be in love with her Inspector Mills I guess you've taken quite a look around Guess I've heard the word from
Just to think I had her in my hands To think we made our plans Somehow it feels just like a dream For I played it so darn cool Is there a bigger
Got you by my side I'll never be lonely Got you by my side I'll never be afraid Never be lonely anymore Turn away the fools from my door Always
I came home yesterday To the love that I left behind It seems I've been far away, yeah But I know that the berry's ripe on the vine And I know that
Sometimes there are teardrops across your face Sometimes there are rainbows in the same place And I don't know which way to turn Sometimes lovers
I never believed in things that I couldn't see I said if I can't feel it then how can it be No, no magic could happen to me And then I saw you I
When the winds blow cold Am I left alone To remember times gone by Was it all in vain Did the faces change And I never questioned why Now the answer
("Rudolph Valentino") Written by Ian Thomas Found on View From The Ground, Ventura Highway And Other Favorites, Encore: More Greatest Hits, You Can
choice but to be a poet Now everyday I manifest and I generate And smoke cannabis And I penetrate and I innovate And I demonstrate from Los Angeles From
go green, you know what I mean, bitch Take me away from these people Take me away from these people Take me away Take me away from these people Take me away from
world eventually. The IMF and CIA; there's just no difference they're all the same! It just depends on what's your point of view America, America the
Ah Ah America, America Ah Ah America, America Ah Ah America, America Ah Ah America, America My writing is my poetry That's what means the world to me
view Where money flows through pockets but people still feud And closer to the ground, bums hunger for food Embracing nickels of hope or pennies just for booze While we view
oil. So just Just roll up, roll up We neglect to mention, America's Samaritary intervention In the Congo, Chile and Nicuragua And now a word from our
I mean, bitch [Chorus] Take me away from these people Take me away from these people (Take me away) Take me away from these people Take me away from
