Maybe you didn't do the song right child. Maybe the band played too loud. The name of the game is pleasing the crowd. And now you're crying on my shoulder.
Please release me, let me go. I don't love you anymore. To live together is a sin. Release me and let me love again. . I have found a new love, dear. And I'll always want her near.
WELL THEY CALL ME A PLAYBOY--WHILE I'M MAKIN' MY ROUNDS. CHASING THE BRIGHT LIGHTS--OF EVERY NIGHT SPOT IN TOWN. THO' I NEVER SHOW IT--MY HEARTS BREAKING IN TWO.
Pillow you're catching my tears again,. Why can't these lonely nights come to an end,. I once loved someone, but now she is gone,. Oh why must I cry on and on..
Pardon this coffin, please step aside. Pardon this coffin, my brother just died. Now don't you give me no ornary look or I'll knock you down. I'm taking this coffin, putting it six foot down.
You gave me the power to survive. Gave me the will to live my life. But now that you've pushed me away. I find it so hard to believe, find it so hard to be me.
City streets full of anger. Broken bottles and gentrification. You don't know were you fit any longer. . Opprotunities have faded away. Making needs to stay alive.
In California there's a bridge. That spans the Golden Gate. Somewhere there's a photograph of it. Strung behind my smiling face. Man, its so high, Man, its so wide.
In the approach of midlife. I received a letter from an eloquent friend. Saying he was touched by my progress. A kind of poem to the words that I'd penned.
Not another day, not another way. Not another day, not another way. Not another day, not another way. Not another day, not another way. . Forget the church, the mosque, the temple.
Dr. Frank-N-Furter How could you!. . Dr. Everett v. Scott This way! This way!. . Riff Raff Shut up!. . Dr. Frank-N-Furter I'll tell you once. I won't tell you twice.
Run back babies run back. What's the use in cryin'. You are always whinin'. So come on and fight. Like a wounded lion. . Run back babies run back. Summertime is over.
This feels like another dream. Trapped underneath my own routines. I tried to lift it off of me, I give up. I give up, I just sit and bleed. . I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed.
Pregnancy is abomination, it's unnatural condition. Hide your bellies & stay at home, we don't want to see your bastards. Pregnant women must die-kill all their children now!.
(Words & Music by Margaret A Roche). . She came on the stage. in a dress like the sky. she had painted a sunset. around her eyes. and all of the people.
If you happen to live on Mars. Then I'm from Outer Space. Where we drive around in cars. And talk right out of our face. . We walk around on feet. And we fly around in planes.
pink ballet slippers. two dollars for a pair. must have been made. by the guy in the store. they're strange. on i don't care. i'm gonna buy them. they might be too small.
I was kind of hoping you'd ask me to dance. But you were groping for change in your pants.. We grew apart too soon after all was. said done in advance.
Looking in the mirror. What do you see. From another era. A face, baby. . A waste maybe. Of a chance never had. A history of. Romance gone bad. . Who can be a lover?.
Oh chika, how you look so [Foreign Content]. Oh, chika, chika, chika, chika, yeah. One, two, three, four. Here we go. . Oh, pretty woman, walkin' down the street.