(Eight by ten eight by ten). All that's left of all our love now is just your picture eight by ten. (A souvenir of things that might have been). My lonely world is only eight by ten eight by ten eight by ten.
In the beginning. The nights were long. Under the moonlight. I could do no wrong. You told me. I was everything you wanted me to be. . Then summer was over.
Everywhere you go sunshine follows you. And everywhere you go skies are always blue. Children love you, they seem to know. That you bring the roses out of the snow.
Everybody's talkin' 'bout me. I don't hear a word they're sayin'. Only the echoes in my mind. Everybody stops to starin'. I don't even see their faces.
I've traveled o'er the country wide a seekin' fortune fair. I've been down the two coast lines I've traveled everywhere. From Portland East and Portland West and back along the line.
A thousand miles, dear. A thousand more across the water. Across the shore. I'll say a prayer, dear. For yours and mine. Please think of me, dear. Each night at nine.
Rocking out having a good time. This dance floor is all mine. Don't be a fool, dance with me. You'll have the time of your life. The lights be shining everywhere.
John come home all in a wonder,. Rattled at the door just like thunder.. "Who is that?" Mister Hendley cried,. "It is my husband! You must hide!". She held the door till old man Hendley.
They took Your commandments. Off the schoolhouse walls. They say it's a crime. To even pray within the halls. But bless the child that lets You in. And knows without a doubt.
You were pure to me as fresh untraveled snow. Skin as soft as a petal, of an uncut rose. I gave you all I had. Everything I owned. Right down to the pedestal, I put you on.
College Kids turning twenty-one. And their senior year spring break was here. They headed south. but not for sun. On their skin where the storms had been.
In L.A. they love their cars. Their muscles and their martini bars. They love to tan, they love their Gucci. Their Ray-Ban shades and eatin' sushi. . Over in Texas they love the cowboys.
EVERY TIME WE SAY GOODBYE. WRITER COLE PORTER. . Every time we say goodbye, I die a little. Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little. Why the gods above me, who must be in the know.
They just don't know how lost I feel without you. My teardrops never see the light of day. I laugh and joke each time they talk about you. Oh, but if they heard my heart they'd hear it say.
full count three runs down bottom of the ninth. two outs gone three men on they all roll their eyes. its tiny's chance to prove them wrong and come out like a king.
She's a rounder I can tell you that. She can sing 'em all night too. She'll raise hell about the sleep she lost. Even cowgirls get the blues. . Especially cowgirls they're the gypsy kind.
I could shed my skin and in the blink of an eye. I could fly, fly, fly. Tie my dreams up in a sack and lay my head down. On the track and die, die, die.
-Girl. Waking up with you makes me feel alive.(oh). And every kiss you give still takes me by surprise. So I thought that I would tell the world today.
I caught you lookin' at my baby out of the corner of my eye. We were arm in arm when you smiled at him as we went walking by. Now, I understand what could make a girl try a little trick like that.
You could've bowed out gracefully. But you didn't. You knew enough to know. To leave well enough alone. But you wouldn't. I drive myself crazy. Tryin' to stay out of my own way.