Actual Name of song is : Full Moon. . Vers 1. Put on a mini skirt. A tiny little shirt. It's friday night I just got paid. Gonna call up all my girls.
Bienvenidos. . que buena ondaaa que buena onda. . gracias. . mira lo que haz hecho con todo nuestro. . y esto para ti. . hechame ami la culpa. de todos tus temores.
Late news breaking this just in. Late news breaking this just in. Yeah, coolin' out. Yeah, coolin' out. Yeah, coolin' out. . God sure baked a lot of fruitcake, baby.
I was crawling through a festival way out west. I was thinking about love and the acid test. But first I got real dizzy with a real rockin' gang. Then I saw the coma girl, on the excitement gang.
Lord, I'm grateful, Lord, You've done so much for me. Lord, so thankful, I can't live without your love. Lord, you are my life. . Lord, I'm grateful, Lord, you've done so much for me.
Children. Go and run and jump and play. You'll be. Men and women someday. Then you'll have to leave. Your world of make believe. Now children. . Young (children).
If ya wanna play, ya better play to win and winners never sleep. Gonna rip this town and lay me down, play my soul to keep. I was born, the sky's were black, and the cats they moaned all night.
Conflict of interest, you're split right in two. Your convictions lie between your shadow and you. When I need your help and I'm heading your way. Both of your halves turn the same shade of grey.
Do you still care or do I sit here, running in place, with my hands in my hair?. And what if I said my friends hate my guts, cause all I talk about is how it was?.
You always knew a way to find my good half. And I knew just the way to make you cry. But I ain't giving nothing to the girls in Hollywood. I've got a picture of my princess in a red dress.
She was fading. Couldn't save her with my cursing. At the laughing Lord in his golden chair. She said "Leave me alone boy. . Can't you see I'm dying here".
They call me the Crazy Lemon. I'm crazy, wild, free for a while. I can't help what they think, I was born that way. I'll be a little crazy till my dyin' day.
River's on the rise, crows are in the skies. Look at that big yellow cornbread moon. Now that you're lookin', do you feel something cookin'?. Look at that cornbread moon.
Hey operator, cancel the phone call. I hear somebody knockin' at the door. Lookie here it's Loretta and she never looked better. Her arms full of groceries from the store.
The carnival is closed for the winter. The gates are full of nails. All my belongings in a camper truck. In front of some Hell Hole Motel.. . The rides are wrapped in canvass.
Woke up this morning all alone. I turned over and you were gone. Pulled the shade and looked down the drive. And you were gone in my 65. All that's left in the 'fridgerator.
I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my car. But I drunk a little shine from a mason jar. I know how to work and how to have fun. I'm a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun.
Je me baladais sur l'avenue le coeur ouvert à l'inconnu. J'avais envie de dire bonjour à n'importe qui. N'importe qui et ce fut toi, je t'ai dit n'importe quoi.
Strike a match and set me on fire. Watch it burn and flames getting higher. You light me up, sweet old desire. So won't you come close to my fire?. . Baby, it's cold when you're gone.