You think I'll run, not walk to you. Why would I want to talk to you?. I want you crawling back to me. Down on your knees, yeah. Like an appendectomy.
Are you out of love with me?. Are you longing to be free?. Do I drive you up a tree?. Yeah! Oh, yeah!. Do I drive you up the wall?. Do you dread every phone call?.
Brian Wilson 1960 and vine. Summer kisses in a Pendleton shirt. Songs and gentle words. Granted wishes. . When I look in your eyes I go soft inside. And the sound of your voice sends shivers up my spine.
Xavier says, "Ha, ha, ha. We have nothing in common. See you round ta-ta. Slink back to your abominable lover. Zsa-Zsa, before I blow your cover. Tra-lala".
To my dear, dear mother. I leave my only shoes. To my dear, dear mother. I leave my only shoes. . By the time you read this. I will have died of the blues.
Wi' nae wee bairn ye'll me beget. Untwinkle, little ee, my ainly pang'll be regret. A maiden I will dee but I'll turn into a nightingale. My song will warm thy heart.
Moons in June I've given up on that stuff. Arms have charms but I've no hope of falling in love. . The rest of life pales in significance. . I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance.
When the rhythm calls. The government falls. Here come the cops. From Tokyo to Soweto, viva la musica pop. . We are black and white. And we dance all night down at the hop.
When you're old and lonely. You will wish you'd married me. I could build a fire for you. And bring you cakes and tea. . When you're cold and hungry. I'll be waiting by the phone.
All the summer days. Where we used to play. Walking hand in hand. Castles in the sand. . So you said goodnight. But you meant goodbye. Now our love has died.
Time, measured in dotted yellow lines has passed you by. And I never said, an honest thing to you in all my life. Hard times go slowly and the good times never come.
We walked alone in the rain and lightning. When you were my baby. So much in love it was almost frightening. When you were my baby. Everybody called you a fool.
So faraway and so alone. How could I ever take you home. You're beautiful, beautiful. . You've got a devastating point of view. And everything you say is true.
We are havin' a hootenanny now. We are havin' a hootenanny now. Do-si-do down to our hoedown. Our rootin'-tootin' hootenanny. Havin' a hootenanny now.
Grand pianos crash together when my boy walks down the street. There are whole new kinds of weather when he walks with his new beat. Everyone sings "Hallelujah" when my boy walks down the street.
W A S H I N G T O N, baby, D.C.. W A S H I N G T O N, baby, D.C.. . Washington, D.C., it's paradise to me. It's not because it is the grand old seat. Of precious freedom and democracy, no, no, no.
Everybody knows but me. When you go where you shouldn't be. Everybody knows but me. Where you go when you're feeling free. Everybody knows but me. . So you go there for a laugh.
When I was a little boy way out in the the wood. I had neither friend nor toy, never knew I could. When I found this lonely road off I walked for good.
There are two kinds of people. A, my love and I. B, other. Two kinds of people. 1, the gray and. 2, me and my lover. . All people fall into two camps.
A pretty girl in her underwear. A pretty girl in her underwear. If there's anything better in this world. Who cares. . La mort, c'est la mort. Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour.