So grab your rose and ring side seat,. We're back home at conry's bar. The blond girl with her tattoo,. Reds and wine, cokes of course. . Oh my suzy, my suzy,.
I was given wine. We feeling okay ?. And we're quite all right. You wash my tears away. And make me wanna stay. And bonfires lit up the shores. . Walk far far away.
My Kandora, you wander solemnly.. I linger,. I owe - what?. A hundred tides!. . I'll wait, I know that. I'm native here.. . My Kandora, your blood runs faster..
all the hours I've been away. all the flowers you wouldn't take. I don't blame you. I can't feel. I wanna take you, but I can't steal. . you're such a waste.
Gone are the days when the ox fall down. Take up the yoke and plow the fields around. Gone are the days when the ladies said, 'Please. Gentle Jack Jones, won't you come home to me?'.
I was driving down the highway, on a dark and stormy night. A little girl by the roadside showed up in my head lights. I stopped and she got in the car and in a shaky tone.
She's a brick house. She's mighty might just lettin' it all hang out. She's a brick house. She's the one, the only one. Who's built like a Amazon. . She's built, she's got everything.
i stare out my window. i wonder if you know. the sound of the sea. do you ever think of me?. we used to share love. do you ever think of. what happened to me?.
Since were feeling so anaesthetised. In our comfort zone. Reminds me of the second time. That I followed you home. We're running out of alibis. On the second of may.
Birds, they're walking all around. Birds, they're making little sounds. Have you seen any birds today. I will blow those birds away. Birds, birds, birds, birds.
Well I was the youngest of thirteen children. We lived in a little country town. Never had much to eat. The first words I could speak were patch 'em up and hand-me-downs.
Two eggs cooked sunnyside, that's enough for me. One spoon, one fork, one knife you guard it with your life. Take in this kitchen life, one hundred people wide.
Sunrise in Richmond. With a smile that ain't me own. Mornin comes, I always realize. That the things that seem to matter. Don't seem to matter long. Cause my baby she's coming home tonight.
Would you mind to be the one who. is the one I think of every day?. Girl, you have to undertsand it. When I see you I can only say. . You're beautiful.
You're going south, I know you are. I stay up north to drink my wine. Back mirror tells you I'm alright. We changed the way we say goodbye. . If you get yourself together.
Driving south on a dust grey afternoon. I just had to do it. Summer sky is a well done charcoal black. Nothing to go through with. Neil Young's on the radio playing something tragic.
Infatuation gripped again I can make myself so sick with lonely plans. And I watch the sky miles out and act out scenes. That only ever take place in my dreams.
Sean Paul and Blu Cantrell. Remix that gona make ya head swell yo. Yo hey yo yo hey yo. . So what's that supposed to be about baby. Gall free up ya vibe and stop actin crazy.
Sean Paul and Blu Cantrell. Remix that gona make ya head swell yo. Yo hey yo yo hey yo. . So what's that supposed to be about baby. Gall free up ya vibe and stop actin crazy.