I have a friend, she's been a good friend of. mine for some time says she has a friend who's. falling for me she likes the way I rhyme. my word and in the end my best friend says she.
think sharp, be wise. look deep into wandering eyes. be kind, be firm. and hope they leave having learned. the truth, no lies. getting pushed around is no surprise.
Its not hard to reach back to the day. underneath an Iowa sun. running to the tower of Waterloo. looking for the Sullivan train to come. His five boys would run to the top and salute him as he went.
I think I'll try my luck at Flo and Normandie. and have some dude beat the living crap out of me. he haunts me, he taunted me. and I just found out he's been set free..
She said, "It happens all the time. Two people fall out on each other.. Its so hard to stay in line. We can't push this much farther.". She gave me a look and then she walked out the door..
When the man spoke, the people listened. And they followed him to death. I was the closest to him. And this I must confess. That I never felt I had the chance to say.
So you think you've got the. weight of the world on your shoulders. And it's getting too hard to bear. You feel like you're getting older. and older and nobody seems to care.
STARIN OUT MY HOTEL WINDOW. HALF A MILLION STRANGERS WALKIN BY. WITH HALF A MILLION DIFFERENT STORIES. WHERE THEYRE GOIN, WHAT THEYVE LEFT BEHIND. AND CATCHING MY REFLECTION SENDS ME BACK IN TIME, IM.
A SPANDEX DRESS AND FISHNET HOSE. IN THE POURING RAIN IT WAS BITTER COLD. THEY FOUND HER THERE LYING IN THE STREET. WHERE SHED BEEN TURNING TRICKS SINCE SEVENTEEN.
Cuando tengas que partir. quiero que escuches el cantar de mi alma.. Te viví con ilusión,. mi cuerpo se entregó a tu calor.. Son tus ojos los que me hacen suspirar,.
(Carole Bayer Sager/Marvin Hamlisch). Can't take no mare of your sweet alibis. Yesterday's lies. Friendless goodbyes. I've had my fill of sweet alibis.
(Carole Boyer Sager/Bruce Roberts/Bette Midler). . Baby won't you come and take me by my hand. Won't you come and take me for a ride. We almost got to Disneyland one night.
SOMETIMES LATE AT NIGHT. Carol Bayer Sage. (C.B Sage / B. Bucharach). . Sometimes late at night you say you love. Even if you don't well I guess that it don't matter.
(Carole Boyer Sager/ Peter Allen). . All of us start from the same place. With an open ticket and an awful lot of space to grow in. And all of us go. But some of us go further.
You don't like the clothes I wear. I'll shave my head or grow my hair. what makes you look over here. what are you, queer?. S.M.D.. S.M.D.. S.M.D.. You call my music sonic poison.
Money wrench in my hand. in my groin a swollen gland. tonight perform brain surgery. or some gynecology. clockwork orange fast becoming. rampant street gangs overrunning.
You don't like the clothes I wear. I'll shave my head or grow my hair. What makes you look over here. What are you queer?. Suck My Dick. Suck My Dick.
The demons were planning on having a party one night.. They got beer, Jack Daniels, and pretzels,. there was red wine, some white.. They were celebratin how they crucified Christ on that tree..
Above the noise, I hear the voice. Of God givin' the choice for me to say. I do believe and will receive. Within the heart of me the seed of faith. . He does accept a baby step.
December finally came. We're almost back to the start. Come baby, now. . This is where we decide. To put it all behind. This is where we decide. To put it all behind.