The bus is on the road,. Sweet Georgia fades away,. We'll be burnin down Louisianna. By the very next day.. . No sleep will never take me,. My mind is stuck on you..
They'll be hiding in the shadows. They'll be hiding in the dark of the night. They'll be hiding 'til tomorrow. They'll be hiding 'til the timing is right.
Some of them were superstitious. Sitting with their backs facing the orchard. All of them with mittens on their hands and feet. Were waiting there for winter.
I'm circling around you. We're headed for the starlight in the meantime. I love your spiral hair. That you remove and lay it there around me. Sometimes the starlight.
Does a cloud of ash have a silver lining?. You sleep sound at night and dream of rivers of gold. While we get told that the. Caps are melting, the sea is drowning the Earth,.
I seen you standing there today. Looking the other way. A familiar scent was in the breeze. And it made me go week at the knees. I thought that, that I'd got over you.
SAME. . I CAN'T TAKE IT, IT'S DRIVIN ME CRAZY. FEELS LIKE THE SAME OLD PAIN. THE MORE THE WORLD APPEARS TO CHANGE. THE MORE IT STAYS THE SAME. . I WATCH THE NEWS MOST EVERY NIGHT.
Ricky Ross. Elijah Blake, ha. It's Big Money Business right here. . She took a gamble with your boy. Now it's tailor-made, Tory Burches, the awards. Staying out late copping steaks with your boy.
Just a little bit lonely. Just a little bit sad. I was feeling so empty. Until you came back. Until you came back. Until you came back. . Oh, Soley, Soley.
Samson and Delilah lived. A long long time ago, she was undecided. But man, that hair just had to go. Na, na, na, na, na. . On the Friday evening. Things were going mighty fine.
There's something about the weather that everybody loves. They call it the Indian spring of Sacramento. And when the sun is up in the sky. The wind is blowing by the riverside, most every day.
[Zack sings:]. Your pain inside it is broken. Your pain inside it is dead. Your pain inside it is broken. Your pain inside it is dead. . [Both sing:].
And they said. You better go back to school. For all the things you never did learn. But your system is over. And I'm gonna let it burn. . And you know that they're callin' you.
How could I sing about love when it's not?. I must be crazy 'cause I know you got. Other people in the world than me. And none of them with a history.
Sometime in the morning,. A simple thought may occur to you,. And you'll hold her,. And tell her all the things,. you never told her.. . Your love has shown me things,.
They call it Stormy Monday. But Tuesdays just as bad. They call it Stormy Monday. But Tuesdays just as bad. Wednesdays worse, Lord. And Thursdays all so sad.
She's pulling me back again. Darling, don't let her win. Take me in your arms, right now. Hold me tight. . She's standing outside again. She's wanting to come back in.
Stroke me, stroke me (how to stroke me). It's as easy as 1-2-3. Stroke me, stroke me (how to stroke me). I'll touch you if you touch me. . Grab a hold of my johnson, I want some.
I like a girl with caked up makeup. In the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time. Who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand. Bites and scratches the blinds.