Feeling like winter. Is this the way it's meant to be. Stare out my window. I see nothing but the trees. . I don't like this feeling. Just me on the border.
Gonna tell Aunt Mary 'bout Uncle John,. He claim he has the misery but he's havin' a lot of fun,. Oh baby, yeah baby, woo, baby. Havin' me some fun tonight yeah.
LAST ROMANCE. WRITERS BEEB BIRTLES, GRAHAM GOBLE. . Here I am again, dreaming on a saturday night, ask me if I'm feeling all right, and I'll tell you how I feel the moment I awake, dreaming takes me far away. Oh, here I go again, acting like I'm some kind of fool, breaking all the golden rules, and I don't know why I feel this way over you, baby don't you know I do, love you true. Every now and then looking for a falling star, wondering in my mind where you are, and that photograph of you is fading away, everytime I steal a glance, this is my last romace, last romance. Maybe she'll turn back to me and say, "I'm sorry boy, leaving you is not the way", oh no, I could not ask for you to grant a second chance, knowing well that this could be your last romance, oh last romance. Every now and then looking for a falling star, wondering in my mind where you are, and that photograph of you still fading away, everytime I steal a glance, this is my last romace, last romance, ooh, last romance, yeah, last romance, aah, last romance..
This is Little Richard's Boogie.. Boogie woogie all the time.. This is Little Richard's Boogie.. Boogie woogie all the time.. You should do my boogie..
Look around you, look up here. Take time to make time. Make time to be there. Look around, be a part. Feel for the winter. But don't have a cold heart.
L.A. in the sunshine. Or it's Denver and we're snow blind. All the palm trees on the skyline. It's a good day, it's a good time. . Getting into all that I have seen.
It's funny how the hours last, some go slow and some go fast. You never know what you gonna get 'till you look into your past. There's a whole world out there for you to have but it seems.
[intro:]. love, love, love.. oooh... love. hmmm... . [verse 1:]. said you from the hood. and that's all you know. when your homies call. then its time to go.
...carrying yourself like you're floating above the street. walking you home three hundred paces late at night... as the light adjusts- just for us...
If she seems cold and bitter I beg of you. Just stop and consider all she's goin' through. Don't be quick to condemn her for things she might say. Just remember life turned her that way.
(intro). In this ghetto life, man must trust in the I. I caan run away from I self now now now. well man a troad with no fear, to mount Zion. i Hail the conquering LION, so hear man a chant noww.
I dont fit the walls when I wake. I sit and wait for you. To call one me. . I dont play for anybody. I'm tryn so hard. I'm tryn so hard. . Lover come on over.
When the river don't run. And the night won't fall. When I fear the touch. Of the highway's call. When I close my eyes. And the dreams won't come. When the world has set me free.
When the river don't run and the night won't fall. When I fear the touch of the highway's call. When I close my eyes and the dreams won't come. When the world has set me free, will you still be with me, my loverman?.
I love the way you look when I'm down on my knees. You call me "Sugar Mamma" and you always say please. Whatever you want, the kinkier the better. Better tell me your kinky wants baby go get the leather.
Ashley:. Sun exploding into dawn. Shadow sailing night is gone. . Born at sunrise naked light. We are dolphins taking flight. Nothing needed nothing planned.
Look into my eyes and tease me. What am I supposed to do?. I should try and run. Just as far as I can get from you. . Your love feels so very easy. Nothin' I can say to you.
Lisa, you are the shelter for my soul. Lisa, you heal my heart when I lose control. As I let my fingers trace. Each time worn line upon your face. I know only love creates a masterpiece like you.
One two, one two three. Hey, can you turn it up a little louder, please. Thank you. . Marlon Brando on a motorbike. In the black leather heat of a Saturday night.