Leo Sayer, Bruce Roberts & Tom Snow. oo babe, what can I say to you. change what you're feelin' inside?. oo babe, I've got to get close to you. please don't cast me aside.
(Allan Toussaint). (so...). So you think the girl is crazy. To eat up your lies like it's good. (Your lies like apple pie). (She don't even cry). She is not a fool.
Let go, you can't do this on your own. They're speaking lies in every tone, that we speak. Far from something we have once known. This place seems so close to home, yet so far away.
Now you can tell a woman what she might want to hear. Whisper sweet nothings into her ear. Buy her diamonds and buy her pearls. Buy her everything in the world.
Who got the goodies?. Scabs do. Who always sport the woodies?. Scabs do. . So why you wanna settle. For a snack?. When you can have. The whole buffet.
I might be a man of riches. Might be on top of the world. But I'd still feel like a pauper. If I wasn't with you girl. I might be the king in the castle.
We come correct, we come to rock, we came to get down. We came to get busy, move your butts around. Goddamn it, we can 'cause we're strictly business.
I ain't gonna wait around now. For you to come back down then try to fly away. And watch the angels drag you back down to the ground. . Ain't gonna work it out ain't gonna sit back baby.
If I die and go to Hell real soon. It will appear to me as this room. And for eternity, I'd lay in bed. In my boxers, half stoned. With the pillow under my head.
If i die and go to hell real soon. it will appear to me as... this room. if for enternity i lay in bed. in my boxers half stoned with the pillow under my head.
All the words in my mouth that the scene deemed. Unworthy of letting out banded together. To form a makeshift militia and burrowed. Bloodily through my tongue and my teeth.
To you my friend, I send my best regards. I hope that all is well and good in Neverland. It's been one month since goodbyes rang out and echoed long. Across the distance time had carved.
Gliding through my wasted life. With ants on endless escalators. Mystery rash and no job. Absent use oh how I hate her. Could it be this stagnancy was laced in all the lies they fed me.
The girl can move and she did. We were captives on a casino ship. Where the Midwest lay out hours and burnt to crisp. I spent a year as her hair lip. But now I fall apart at night and dream about our trip.
1,2,3.... . And if I could swim. I'd swim out to you in the ocean. Swim out to where you were floating, in the dark. And if I was blessed. I'd walk on the water you're breathing.
I'll say my peace and I'll play my hand. And maybe this way you'll understand. I'm short on words I was raised that way. But I still mean all the ones I say.
On a black and white TV back in grammar school. I was watching Neal Armstrong walking on the moon. That same day I pretended I was an astronaut. on the playground monkey bars I flew above the stars.
Gold cardboard angels, popcorn on string. One matchbox manger not fit for a King. Old decorations going back in their box. Down came the Christmas tree, just a child in its spot.
Now they got girls in Georgia. They got girls in Maine. They got girls in the wild wild west. That drive most men insane. . And when you hear you take the noise.
It's nothin' fresher, they under pressure. Take your bitch and undress her. Go 'head and kill yourself. Fuck niggas, they'll be one less. More weed, less stress.