Oh oh the french girls with the string of pearls. Think it's such a fucking shame. That the local boys with their country joys. Never make them daisy chains.
Why can't we dance in the same groove every day?. My step starts from 6 to 1, from 6 to 1, you make fun of my honesty. But I think consciousness is the same in space... in space....
The bomb in my heart is beating me a be note. Maybe my ear dirt is cheating on me, yo. 'Cause missin' you on Sunday morning, I need somethin' new. It's Sunday morning.
Should I stay, should I go. I wanna know. What I've got to do. Should I stay, should I go. Well I don't know. Should I stay, should I go. I wanna know.
Uuuh yeeah oh oh oh. Suddenly. . The waiting... were broken day by day. Like the windows of the old school and the playground's gone away. The owners searchers despers... to find.
Here I stand I'm a lucky man. 'Cause I should have been dead. But I stand here instead I'm alive. Another one died in my place. Through grace, the gift of God.
I've got the answer. I've found the only way. I've got your Love in my soul. I keep believing. in all the things You say. You put the joy in my life. .
It's not hard. Leave your shoulders in charge. No need to be nasty. You can shake groovaciously. And move respectfully. This is the way you do it. You know there's nothing to it.
Day after day I wake up with a jump. I grab my shirt, grab my hat and I take my burnt toast. In my mind everything seems fine. It's alright, it's okay but somehow something's missing.
She slams the door then hitched a ride. Her sights set on intent to die. There's no forgiveness in living. . He picks her up and ties the rope so tight.