Sometimes I think You're trying to kill me. with your stars and stripes. and sometimes, sometimes your Liberty Cabbage goes dry. but still your arms are strong.
See one thousand eyes forget the starry skies. Leaving you. Every sunny path a bitter aftermath. Leaving you. So could you kindly shut the door. It's strange to think I needed air before.
I'm leaving for Paris. No, I don't think that I'll see you. I'm leaving for Paris. No, I don't think that I need to. . So I'm leaving for Paris. Won't you try to take care of yourself?.
I'm leaving for Paris, no I don't think that I'll see you. I'm leaving for Paris, no I don't think that I need to. So I'm leaving for Paris, won't you try to take care of yourself.
La lune trop blême. Pose un diadème. Sur tes cheveux roux. La lune trop rousse. De gloire éclabousse. Ton jupon plein d'trous. La lune trop pâle. Caresse l'opale de tes yeux blasés.
Puisqu'on ne peut fléchir ces jalouses gardiennes,. Ah! laissezmoi. Conter mes peines. Et mon émoi.. . Vainement, ma bienaimée!. On croit me désespérer;.
Just you, just me. Let's find a cozy spot to cuddle and coo. Just us, just we. I've missed an awful lot, my trouble is you. . Oh gee!. What are your charms for?.
I keep thinking that you are going to change. I keep thinking that you are going to rearrange. But I'm a fool to think something so impossible. You ain't ever gonna change.
You gave me all your love in one day. You gave it all and almost faded away. I'm gonna take this sad unread issue. In my arms tonight. . Looking at hospitals Victorian.
I don't want somebody to love me. just give me sex whenever I want it. 'cause all I ask for is instant pleasure. instant pleasure, instant pleasure. .
Get me new faces, new faces, I'm tired of the old ones. Played aces, lost cases, my place is fine, let the bulls run. There's one--little Lord Bosie cut from the daisy chain.
Wandering properties of death. Arresting moons within our eyes and smiles we did rest. Among the granite tombs to catch our breath. . Worldly Sounds Of Endless Warring.
Every kind of love. Or at least my kind of love. Must be an imaginary love to start with. Guess that can explain the rain waiting walking game. Schubert bust my brain to start with.
I believe in doing what I can. Crying when I must, and laughing when I choose. Hey ho, if love were all. I would be lonely. . I believe the more you love a man.
From "Tommy Tricker And The Stamp Traveller" Soundtrack. . I'm a-runnin'. I'm a-runnin' from you. 'Cause you're a-chasin'. You're a-chasin' me to. The end of the earth.
I'm not ready to love. I'm not ready for peace. I'm givin' up the dove to the beast. I'm not ready to surrender. To another glove murderer. . I'm not ready to love.
I could cry salty tears. Where have I been all these years?. Listen you, tell me do. How long has this been going on?. . There were chills up my spine.
Now that it's your birthday, I don't know what to do. Can't get you a Thunderbird or a penthouse with a view. Can't even buy a little present. I'm much too broke, I find.
I don't know what it is. but you got to do it. I don't know where to go. But you got to be there. I don't know where to fall. But I know that its comfortable where.
The drummers and jugglers in Montreal. Don't even exist at all. So I'm tearing up these tarot cards and Venetians clowns. Antique shops and alcoholic homosexuals.