Now big city girls drive big fine cars and they wear expensive clothes. And where they get all their money from well you're talkin' to a feller that knows.
I always dress my very best before I go to bed. . I'm dressing up to go to bed just like I always do. Cause I might see you in my dreams and I look nice to you.
Baby My Heart. Artists: Carl Anderson and Brenda Russell. Album: Pieces Of A Heart. . Oh Baby...ohhh baby. And if I start to fall apart.... . I want you to....
Hey, what you're waiting for. You know I'll give you so much more. And don't you cheat yourself. It wasn't all that sweet and great. . He didn't figure out.
Michael Card. I failed again to make the mark. Lost my way once more. I tried to do it by myself. Like so many times before. And now again I turn to You.
This, no song of ingnue,. This, no ballad of innocence;. This, the rhyme of a lady who. Followed ever the natural bents.. This, a solo of sapience,. This, a chantey of sophistry,.
How was I to know? How was I to feel?. You're leaving all the lights on, you want me to reveal. Everything that I hide from the bright light's glow. Letting everything go to live beyond the shadow of a doubt.
Caught a red moon rise, brought me to our lives. We used to drive this blue ridge laughing. The red star is Mercury or Venus to tell the truth, don't really know.
Grab your heart. We need to leave. There's no time to cry or grieve. For the fallen family tree. . Rise above the flooding plain. Crouching low to dark the flame.
Intro:. Have you heard?. Have you heard?. Have you heard?. Have you heard?. Haaaaaaaavvvvveeeeeee. . Have you heard about the big strong man. He lived in a caravan.
Just broken pieces beyond repair. All my life I've been trying to get there. A land where all my bad is thrown into my face. Makes me think am I going the wrong way.
Hey, hello. How are you?. Whatever. Fine, I got a message for you. One two three four. . Try to look so cool in your skintight jeans. We all know how you act behind the scenes.
Make up, nose job, seven foot tall. Wears high heels but she never falls. No hopes, no dreams just one big smile. She's got no brains but she's got style.
(Solo: Cranial cremation). . Torched to a pimple. Peeling skin and tissue. Inflammable rectal gases. Scalding your sinews. . Charbroiled to blackened char.
Welcome, it's a world of hate. Your life of buried dreams. Smothered by the soils of fate. . Welcome to a world of pain. Bitterness, your only wealth.
Your blood flies in the wind,. It's old and worn and has no glory. Hand on heart allegiance pledged. . Patriot, hatred instilled. Ignorant, white trash stand proud.
Parched with thirst our cup over floweth. With the crimson milk of human blindness. In channel towers of ivory besieged. The bones of subjugation are picked clean.
(Music: Regadas). (Lyrics: Walker). Black star, jewel of the night. Black star, burning bright. Magnificent sun, a beacon burning. Five pointed coal, a guide eternal.
You'll be on my side. Something's burning my way. I would kill for you. No way to trap your game. . I was so faithful, I wanna tear your lies. My fever's rising, torn inside.
You'll be on my side. Something's burning my way. I would kill for you. No way to trap your game. . I was so faithful, I wanna tear your lies. My fever's rising, torn inside.