Take your time,. I can wait for all the love. I know will be mine if you take your time. . Take your time,. Though it's late, heart strings will sing.
He's already been inside me. And he really didn't say. And I really didn't ask him. I just hoped and prayed. . He's already been in side me. And I really don't feel well.
To the misanthropic misbegotten merchants of gloom. Who look into their crystal balls and prophesied our doom:. "Let the death knell chime, its the end of time".
Up in the morning and out to school. Mother says there'll be no work next year. Qualifications once the golden rule. Are now just pieces of paper. . Just because you're better than me.
Sandra met Raymond at the Race Relations. Much to the dismay of her family and friends. The love that we have is so important. . The time that it takes to make a baby.
Somewhere between the midnight. And the cold and empty dawn. I found myself out walking. On the street where I was born. And I keep upon a stranger. To look me in the face.
There is power in a factory, power in the land. Power in the hands of a worker. But it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand. There is power in a union.
In 1649. To St. George's Hill,. A ragged band they called the Diggers. Came to show the people's will. They defied the landlords. They defied the laws.
A rainy afternoon. Spent in the warmest room. She lay before me and said. Yes it's true that I have seen some naked men. . As she made for the door. Leaving me on the floor.
To the rich man's bright lodges. I ride in this wind. On my good horse, I call you. My shiny black Bess. . To the playhouse of fortune. To take the bright silver.
When I was young I told my mum. I'm going to walk on the Moon someday. Armstrong and Aldrin spoke to me. From Houston and Cape Kennedy. And I watched the Eagle landing.
Between Marx and marzipan in the dictionary there was Mary. Between the Deep Blue Sea and the Devil that was me. If ever anyone could help me with my obsession with.
I'll never forget the first day I met her. That September morning was clear and fresh. The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes. And the way she rubbed herself.
The people's flag is deepest red. It shrouded oft our martyred dead. And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold. Their hearts' blood dyed to every fold. .
My friend said she could see no way ahead. And I was probably better off without you. She said to face up to the fact that you weren't coming back. And she could make me happy like you used to.
Fear of a daughter runs high. In the mind of the father-to-be. For something is growing inside. But we don't talk about it, do we?. . In the long empty passionless night.
Sometimes when you lose your way to me. I think you don't care at all. If you don't get here soon. I'll tear the clock down from the wall. Your family and friends don't understand.