For god's sake open a window.. The storm looks frightening through the glass.. But you could use something to turn the burn off.. You keep asking: how long will I last?.
This time I'm writing a song for you.. I don't care who hears it.. I don't care how long the feeling lasts.. Tonight I want you here and nude or clothed and laughing..
Hallo welt! ich bin mde.. stehe auf dem friedhof. der verdrngten gefhle.. ich will nicht schlafen, weil ich nicht aufstehen will.. ich will nicht schlafen, weil ich nicht weiss, wo ich morgen bin..
Thinkin' 'bout the times you drove in my car. Thinkin' that I might have drove you too far. And I'm thinkin' 'bout the love that you laid on my table.
Get up, get your man a bottle of red wine. Get up, get your man a bottle of red wine. I can't get up out of bed. With this crazy feelin' in my head. I said, "Get up, get your man a bottle of red wine".
One, two, three, four. . Bet you didn't think I knew how to rock n' roll. Lord, I got the boogie-woogie right down in my very soul. Ain't no need for me to be a wallflower.
Bell bottom blues, you made me cry. I don't want to lose this feeling. And if I could choose a place to die. It would be in your arms. . Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?.
Dear Suzanne the worst is over. At least I pray that it's so. And though we've suffered like never before. Well I promise you I'm not letting go. 'cause the love we share.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh. It's raining in the dark and the full moon spirits are giving you an afterglow.. I'm not weakened by your tainted heart. and I don't hear a sound from the street below..
I don't know why I love you but I do. I don't know why I cry so but I do. I only know I'm lonely and that I want you only. I don't know why I love you but I do.
Each night I leave the barroom when it's over. Not feeling any pain at closin' time. But tonight your memory found me much too sober. Couldn't drink enough to keep you off my mind.
Doodle, doodle, doodle, do do do do, doo. . It's gonna be just a little while I'm gonna have to go home. The trouble I'm in oughta be rolling to a song.
BIRDS EYE VIEW. (Don Wayne). '65 Tree Publishing, BMI. . Doodle doodle do do a do do do do do. Well I love plunging neck lines rising hem lines. Beauties in bikini's bathing in the sun.
Bimbo is a little boy who's got a million friends. And every time he passed by, they all invite him in. He'll clap his hands and sing and dance and talk his baby talk.
Back about eighteen hundred and some. A Louisiana couple had a red headed son. No name soothed him Jim, Jack or Joe. So they just called him Billy Bayou.
Who's that a sneaking down the fire escape?. Who's that a peekin' through the garden gate?. Who's on the loose but can't be found?. Big Daddy's Alabamy bound.
The calendar said the 30th day of June. Sinatra had the nation's No 1 tune. The Yanks led the American Leauge by a country mile. And I walked the floor as you gave birth to our first child.
Doo, da, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, da, doo, doo, doo. . There's a southern bell telephone company in our town. Every afternoon I'm right there hangin' around.
Be glad you've got what you've got when you've got it. Or you're gonna find out what you've got is gone. Make sure you know what you know when you know it.
If I drove a truck and I were waitress. And I asked for coffee and you poured you some. Then you'd stop by on your way sometime later. And when we arm wrestled, you'd say that I'd won.