Typing her letters she's the type I like. Lookin' like a girl of impulse and delight. Working her typewriter, pen between her lips. She has the whole world at her fingertips..
You're my picture, by Picasso. Lighting up our scullery. With your pans and pots and hot-plates. You'd brighten up any gallery. . If I could paint a different picture.
"I want - to be - a big - big star". "I want - to be - a big - big star". . The girl by the back-cloth is smoking her head off. While waiting for her turn to shine.
Sam is a friend is, is a friend of mine. He knows just how to laugh and shout. Get up early at the break of day. And you might just catch him out.. . He's got a smile and a plastic gun.
Sal, Sal, don't go and leave me. Oh stay just a little while longer. Sal don't forsake me I'm sure you can't hate me. I don't want to be on my own.. .
Last we left our hero he was standing all alone. At an ATM machine. They were both very out of order. Quite predictably that picture that had been painted of the morning.
When I hear cream cheese I think of sleaze. But you do it with such great ease. Suzie Cream Cheese, spreadin yourself thin on a cracker. The Ritz just wanna whack her.
My memory is fading. I can't respond. to my heavy soul. be real. survival. . Get back get back get back get back realism. It will take you to a trance.
I want you. I need you. I must have you. . All the sums of me. Now Ive grown up. And I finally see. . All the sums of me. Now Ive grown up. And I finally see.
Suck me, oh yeah. Get nasty. Suck me, suck me. Get nasty, nasty. . Suck me, suck me and I'll suck you too. Kiss me and I'll kiss you too. Cum on me and I'll cum on you.
S-T-R-O-K-E. Stroke it. Stroke it. . Latin boy. See how he plays with his toy. His flesh toy. Can he get a grip?. On your flesh stick?. . Stroke it. But dont choke it.
Put me in the Spotlight. Everything will be alright. Put me in the Spotlight. I'm feeling in the mood tonight. . It's a hot and steamy afternoon. It's so hot so damn hot.
Sexy, sexy, sexy. Sexy, sexy, sexy. Sexy. Sexy, sexy, sexy. . What more can I say?. Sexy, sexy, sexy. I think youre hot. Sexy. Sexy. Sexy, sexy, sexy.
You needed me to stay. But your words pushed me away. Your words. Hearing when in love with you. Was like a knife cutting me to pieces. My hurt brought on anger because you said them.
And magical, magical, magical weather, sunlight bathes our home. Shirley I'm up and up forever, sunlight bathes our home. Keeping our life and limbs together, sunlight bathes our home.
Weed and Bach and Bach a mono. Weed and Bach and Bach a low. . Gotta do get and get it over. Gotta do get and get a low. . Diggy diggy da mona mon. Diggy diggy da mona mon.
There's an answer on everybody's lips. But will it provide questions?. Forget these not, the words that I speak to you. I've found the tools to end time.
Copper sun sinking low. Scatterlings and fugitives. Hooded eyes and weary brows. Seek refuge in the night. Chorus. They are the scatterlings of Africa.
Let's dance, uh. "Yes ma'am, is Charlotte Johnson at home by chance?. Uh, yeah, ma'am we're supposed to have a date tonight. Where we going? I'll tell you where we're going, swinging".