Every second, every hour, every day. Every chance I could see your face. I did, I did, I did. Oh, I did. . You and me. And our girls in the train. Talking too loud, taking too much space.
Wait till you fall asleep. And I'll push the car down the driveway. Turn the engine over. And I head straight for the highway. You're not the only one who can fake love.
Anything you ever asked from me. You got it, yeah you got it. Too much and now you think that you'd be better off without. The next one that you tease will probably be just like me.
YOUNG PEGGY. Whaur hae ye been, Peggy. Whaur hae ye been?. In the garden 'mong the gillyflooers. 'Tween the hours o' twelve and ane. Ye were nae yoursel', Peggy.
Written by Sedaka and Howie Greenfield. They first offered it to The Fleetwoods,. who charted it at only #84 in 1959 as the flip of their smash "Mr. Blue".
The lady of miracles commands the river. Today we saw her bathing in the nude. We will watch her celebrate the moon. . Tell me of the earth. Tell me of your secrecy.
You're clear to me. Despite my blurry vision. It's another night of sleeping. With the lights low. . You are familiar in ways. That I'm looking for. A silent figure.
You are chains. When you're chained. With a chain, with an iron ring. Bound to a rock on which you stand. . So large. You can't see from its surface. Covered in atmosphere dust.
I was young and alone. And my heart searched the world for a home.. She was free like a bird. And sang songs to me I never heard.. She sang ye-si-ca. .
In the town where I was born. Lived a man who sailed the sea. [Incomprehensible]. In the land of submarines. . We all live in a yellow submarine. A yellow submarine, a yellow submarine.
Alright, Tokyo, this is for all the fucking Youth.... I say Tokyo, this is for all the Youth Gone Wild. . Since I was born they couldn't hold me down.
As I look to my right. Something catches my eye. Just over my shoulder. It's coming in closer. Oh the energy, tearing down everything. I believe you're an A-list celebrity.
Well, love, you came to my rescue, I knew the moment I met you. Lonely, and I was cryin', hurtin', I felt like dyin'. . Ooh, you're the love, you're the love in my heart and soul.
He gets up every morning. And he lights upon the floor. He migrates to the washroom. And he opens up the door. . The whiskers on his chin tells him. He's in, and then.
We all live in the Year of Sunday. So many things are in store for us. Oh, what a gift to be born in. Sunday's beautiful light way down here in the dusk.
well i know that our love is for real. but i thought you should know. how i feel. so you're not going anywehre. won't fad away. cause your name is tattoed.