I'm not worried, 'cause I know. I'll forget you in a million years or so. . I'll miss you, but I know. I won't miss you but a million years or so. . How I loved you, loved you so.
A HEARTACHE FOR A KEEPSAKE. Writer Roger Miller. . A heartache for a keepsake. what a tragic souvenir. Now I know how it feels. when peoples dreams all disappear.
I hear tell you're doin' well. Good thing have come to you. I wish I had your happiness. And you had a do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka-do.
Her name was Stella. And she was old and gray. She had her rusty strings and keys. And the tuner, it took a pair of pliers. And lots of elbow grease. She awakened me to the melody.
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call. Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall. Youve seen it all, youve seen it all. . Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam.
Roger Creager. . You ask me how I'm feeling down deep inside. It's not something I'm holding back or trying to hide. My love for you is not easily explained.
ALL AROUND THE WORLD. . CHORUS (2X). ALL. ALL AROUND THE WORLD. I HEAR THE PEOPLE CALLING. HEAR THE PEOPLE CALLING. . NOW THEY'RE CALLING FOR FREEDOM.
I told you once I'm a jealous man. . But you never want to listen to who I am.. We're divided completely out of touch. . I guess that's why we seem to fight so much..
I've played every kind of gig there is to play now. I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motorcycle funerals. In opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses..
Is it for me to understand. The wonders of Your love?. And how all of the sin in me is. Overshadowed by Your blood?. And how so I show gratitude. To One as glorious as You?.
Everyday I've lived alone from You. Separated from the Love I knew. And no one else can tell me how to feel. 'Cause there has never been. A love more real - than anyone but You.
Too many wise men all around me. Sententious thoughts expressed out loud. Confusion leads to desperation. I find myself down on the ground. . I know you're with me.
Tu eres la tristeza de mis ojos,. Que lloran en silencio por tu amor.. Me miro en el espejo y veo en mi rostro. El tiempo que he sufrido por tu adios..
Now you know that it's all your fault. How are you doing with it?. Hey, are you nervous?. . Everything that you've ever known. Will go up in flames. Tell me are you nervous?.
I've waited a long time. To look into your eyes. Again for the first time. I know, yes, I know that. . You'll come running back to me. Maybe someday I do believe.
Sucking & drooling, mating & dating, milking your life. Blasting for anal, crying of shaman, lips no moving. Tits are hanging, penis yet banging, vulva from hell.
I messed around and applied it. Burned a house down and got a grade for it. I don't need that fringe benefit. I apply some, hot charity yeah. . It's got a head, all of its own.
Are you the someone I've been looking for?. Are you the one who's supposed. To make my life seem so much more?. . And are you the picture, I painted. On nights when I needed a hand to hold.
When I woke up on Saturday morning,. I didn't want to open my eyes.. I didn't want to leave my pillow.. I didn't need to see a sunny sky.. But I woke up Saturday morning,.
Away in a manger, no crib for His bed. The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head. The stars in the bright sky, looked down where He lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay.