Thinking lots of a pretty face. When we were yong, such smashing days. We'd pass the time in such pleasant ways. Happy just to be iiving-oh yeah!. Too many summers controlled our heads.
Seeking a love to share my pillow. share my dreams and my undying need to please. who'll come to me and be my woman. fill my heart and my undying need to please ?.
Seeking a love to share my pillow. Share my dreams and my undying need to please. Who'll come to me and be my woman. Fill my heart and my undying need to please ?.
Roll me the lucky one,. I feel the sensation. I got all of my heart on you,. A wondrous temptation, too. Many co-incidences keep me coming for more, of the same.
Radiate simply, the candle is burning, so low for me. Generate me limply, can't seem to place your name, cherie. To rearrange all these thoughts in a moment is suicide.
Hark to rouall's white insanity. Clowns in drag concealing vanity. This is hardly paradise. We're still in search of petty scorn. . Images so dead, in mourning.
Rain on my window, blurring my vision of another day. Can't get a thing going right. It don't count or matter anyway. When I lost you, I was acting like a fool.
He can remember hearing words of wonder. "failure is on the inside". So often does he wonder. How hard it is without a guide. . This manipulator of crazes.
I been losing my head. I been losing my way. I been losing my brain cells at a million a day. I been so disillusioned. I'm on suicide street. I seen everything.
True romance in the dead otf the night. The breeze in the air, it almost glistens. And the earth is a glorious sight. When nobody speaks and nobody listens.
Murder follows me like a leech from sunset, hard on my heels to the midnight. Beach. Multitudes of every skin, around the glowing sparks they begin. To sing.
I have been living a life of a sad lost soul. With a head full of guilt and pain. Like a messenger carrying bad news home. I was torn between the lost and the gain.
As the sun was coming up on the danube, the hotel room was alive. It's heart was beating hard as thunder, there were three of us. There for the night.
Roll away the stone, let me breathe again. She waves her hand with a touch of style. He can't believe it's about to end. Ah, but she knows the words of the night.
Simply Lorraine sings for a while. In a three-octave harmonica style. It's easy to see her harmony. stabbing at my songs from behind. Trying to stick her cosmic philosopher's.
She, got my number and she - chasing me so far. Me, out of slumber, I can do with no faut-pas. Mixed-up and bleeding, I's high on beleiving. It's all surreal.
Simply lorraine sings for a while. In a three-octave harmonica style. It's easy to see her harmony. Stabbing at my songs from behind. Trying to stick her cosmic philosopher's.
Mr. Soft, turn around and force the world. To watch the things you're going through. Mr. Soft, believe everything they tell you. And be dammed if they'll thank you.
Exhibition yourself we'll hold a show on the shelf. Now we can feel a change is on the way. You're not a skin or a spiv. boy who are you trying to kid.
Man, it was mean to be seen in the robes you wore for. Lent you must've known that it was Easter. There for a while, in your smile, I could see Mexico blood say.