I can't imagine, that's my problem. I'm searching always for better weather. the coast is rough and the tide is running. I'll chase my shadow till I remember.
I took a dive into your eyes and I was in a sea. Of deep blue green emotion. Now in my dreams it often seems that you are movin' me. Like tides are movin' the ocean.
Bed of roses. By bonnie hayes. From the album "bette of roses". . Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows. And the still air is sweet with summer flowers;.
Now write this down. . I'll never be your beast of burden. My back is broad but it's hurtin'. All I want is for you to make love to me. . I'll never be your beast of burden.
I don't know where you lay your head. Or where you call your home. I don't know where you eat your meals. Or where you talk on the phone. . I don't know if you got a cook.