He asks me for my autograph I write nobody and then I wrap myself up in my woolly coat And I blind him with my pen 'Cause someone must have stuck something in my
Come on home Cindy Cindy, Come on home to me If I were a musician I'd harp on just one thing You should never play my harp the way you pluck a string If only you would love
me" "I wish I had my bended bow, My arrow and my string; I'd pierce a dart so close your heart, Those notes no more you'd sing." "O if you had your
down my room Does Jesus only love a man who loses? Turn on my radio There's some cat on the saxophone Laying down a litany of excuses The madhouse longing in my
, my only true love The butcher bird makes it's noise And it asks you to agree With it's brutal nesting habits And it's pointless savagery Now, the nightingale, it sings
all the earthly things they stop to play For we are all breathless without you I listen to my juddering bones The blood in my veins, the wind in my lungs
like a gong I can see that they've hurt you, dear Here is some moonlight to cloak us And I will never desert you here Unpetaled among the crocus Allow me, my love
were a musician I'd harp on just one thing You should never play my harp the way you pluck a string If only you would love me say it and tell me so I
a cave of concrete And I ought to be on my way right now Packing my things While the telephone rings On my way right now I miss my lovely mother And I love my
' with the dinos Swingin' with the rhinos I'd redragonize this cave in a minute Cornwall! they would sing 'Cause I would be the Dragon King I would love
I'm love And make believe I'm love (Kids cheer) Snuffy: Well, I guess Bird couldn't find his friends.. I have to go home to my cave now. I'll see
Just watching you is an education What's in your mind, is my fascination It blows my mind, it set's my heart racing You're my Sunday, make my Monday
it, I'ma let you taste it So what, so what, so what's the scenario? As I combine all of my love in you girls Heel up, wheel up, gobble my nuts like
union, who fastens it tight? Who snaps it asunder the very next night? Some say the rider, some say the mare Or that love's like the smoke, beyond all repair But my
nitty gritty and my The nitty gritty and my The nitty gritty And my word is bond The nitty gritty The nitty gritty and my The nitty gritty The nitty gritty and my
Her lovely lidded eyes I've sipped Her fingernails, all pink and chipped Her accent which I'm told is 'broad' That I have heard and has been poured Into my
