You can keep whatever you want baby. Take whatever you need. Sweep of the pieces of this broken love. As a token to remember me. . Don't cry baby, you did nothin' wrong.
You see the people sleeping out on the streets. Ain't got no food, got no shoes on their feet. And I'm walking forward to the back of the beat, oh yeah.
You pull your cover sheets over your head. Hello's down at the end of the bed. There's a magazine on the floor. You would know but there be. . No backing out at me.
I got green and I got blues. And everyday there's a little less difference between the two.. So I belly-up and disappear.. Well I ain't really drowning 'cause I see the beach from here..
I got two strong arms blessings of Babylon. With time to carry on and try. For sins and false alarms. So to America the brave. . Wise men save. Near a tree by a river.
she said hey can I get a little help my bikini is stuck in the back. she had sun-brown skin and a lot of white teeth and I watched her mouth go slack.
when I saw you for the first time. I thought I might be sick. that combination of joy and compulsion. and you were the reason for it. and in the blink of an eyelid.
Gettinout of the house.. I gonna go for a ride,. ause I got me a five-o Ford. and the good Lord knows I tried. to make friends with you. and evything went wrong..
I'm not afraid, I'm good with God. I got my sins, in fact I got a lot. I got a soul that's good and flawed. I'm good with God, I'm good with God. I'm not afraid, got no regrets.
If I was the Grand Canyon, I'd echo everything you say. But I'm just me, I'm only me and you used to love me that way. So you know how to love me that way.
I think I know what you would like us to do. When we have children let's have seventy-two. Until then we must be resigned to our fate. I love you baby but God wants us to wait.
I'm going back to the country. City life's too slow. I'm sick of that 120 BPM funk and disco. I'm going eight-one-eighty. Break out the fiddle tunes. I'm still that barefoot lady howling up at full moons.
Gonna move up to the country. Paint my mailbox blue. Gonna move up to the country. Paint my mailbox blue. Put some flowers on it baby. Paint some trailin' vines and dew.
Children, go where I send thee.. How shall, How shall I send thee?. I'm gonna send thee one by one,. one for the little bitty Baby,. the baby boy,. born in Bethlehem..
There's a pack of rabid dogs. Pawing at my front door. There's a pack of rabid dogs. Pawing at my front door. . There's a swarm of yellowjackets. Pounding against my window pane.
We are the good people your friends told you all about. Sure it is, to watch it is, the night before the rising sun. Barefoot, ships in the sea, I'll give them drinking on the shore.
I hold the flower there. Doesn't know she's beautiful. She wakes every morning seeing. All the other things are beautiful. Well she's free. Companion to the wind.
Gimme a hand there, Michael.. I'll give you a hand then, too.. Gimme a hand there, Michael.. I'd give you my heart if I could.. . Throw myself at the ground..
Rain kept pourin' down. We had places to be. No funnin' around. Curiosities. There were plenty for our heads. You were somethin' to see. Do you remember what he said.
Tonight every word will be spoken easy. All our stories lead on to fortune and fame. Rack 'em up and shoot. But the cue ball is missing. By tomorrow though, we'll all play different games.