It aint no cover, it aint no style. I shouldn't bother, he's eight miles high. But I adore him, and I implore him, Saying I love him mother, but this
A cannon was fired by the light of the moon I'm waiting, the boat should be here very soon And I mind less and less all the silly pictures that hang
Come on bartender Won't you be more tender Give me two shots of whiskey And a beer chaser Love will be the death of me Love is so fickle Cause it starts
You have tamed me Now you must take me How am I supposed to be I don't have my thorns now But I feel them sprouting They'll grow right through if I don
A boy on a train with a birthmark on his forehead Listening to language tapes and all he hear is birds Everyone laughs cause he brings his own chair
I met mata hari She was in no hurry The firing squad had their guns in the air My invitation said 'Bring your own shovel' I brought my own shovel B Y
December starts on Sunday Next Sunday, won't you feel happier then? Turn your room upside down Turn your down upside Rumors have started that you are
Come and open up your folding chair next to me My feet are buried in the sand and there?s a breeze There?s a shadow, you can?t see my eyes And the sea
mean business And God is the almighty witness I wish they'd cure the friendly neighbors Of the disease which makes them haters (Thanks to Regina for
He never ever saw it coming at all He never ever saw it coming at all He never ever saw it coming at all It's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-right
It's just like the movies, i eat from the trees If i do not open the curtains then i cannot see All the people run by... My heart eats beats... My heart
Life inside the music box ain't easy The malots hit the gears are always turning And everyone inside the mechanism Is yearning To get out And sing another
My man don't treat me right, Don't kiss me sweet goodnight. Don't buy me flowers to smell, Oh, he's a rotten boy from hell. My man don't treat me good
I could?ve settled down in Paris But the man who came for me Took me by the hand And said it was time to leave Margaret atwood, she could not stop him
If you're never sorry Then you can't be forgiven If you're not forgiven Then you can't be forgotten If you're not forgotten Then you can live forever
You don?t know but that?s okay You might find me anyway Don?t you know that i Belong arm in arm with you, baby In a town that?s cold and gray We will
(Save Dafur - John Lennon Cover) All my little plans and schemes, Lost like some forgotten dreams, Seems like all I really was doing, Was waiting for
blame for playing this game And learning that true love exists Broken and lame And knowing that true love exists The pain, the pain, the pain, oh no That true love exists (Thanks to Regina
