Unwind my mind oh baby drain my brain. Unscrew my head take a part of my heart. Scrape away the pain and start all over again. . I tell you baby I don't understand just how you can make love to me.
This love I feel is strong-oh. This love I feel is strong. It's like I'm newly born. And any sign of weakness it won't last for long. Love is strong, yeah.
Sages recommend. Increase our meditation. Decrease bodily demands. Pilgrams in the streets. Bare feet, they stop and drop and roll. Right in the sacred sand and I know.
Yes my dear I must admit that one time I might did. (And if you grow wiser for me experience). Yes my dear I grew wiser in many ways and the thing I learned most.
(*S. Lynne). Loser Dreamer dream on*. Loser Dreamer dream on. Can't be but what you are. Got your head up in the stars. Dream on. Unraveled by your passion.
(written by shelby lynne and bill botrell). . Smokin' and thinkin'. Of things to do since you're gone. Sittin', lonely. Can't even get stoned. Takin' a breath of a feeling that.
Well I was sittin' up in my crane liftin' boulders in the rain. Can't get promoted no matter what I do. And when the foreman he comes around and he yells up from the ground.
Zoom the lens right in, dissect your best friend.. You know that you were born for me and I was born for you.. Your soul is old.. Mine is so cold and I know what I right but sometimes it so hard to do..
Lonesome, lonesome and blue.. My arms want to hold you,. In dreams that come true.. Lonesome, oh, where are you?. These eyes want to hold you and see you..
I have nerve,. you don deserve to take what I dish out or stick with me.. I not too bright I just lose my sight of what I strive for and want to be.. So I want you to know that I willing to go..
Well breakfast black coffee one slice of dry toast no butter no jelly no jam. Lunch just some lettuce two celery stalks no booze no potatoes no ham. Dinner one chicken wing broiled not fried no gravy no biscuits no pie.
Here's the half-finished painting of a girl that I started last December. Here's the first three pages of my novel bout I don't really remember. Here's my Martin guitar that I never quite learned how to play.
There's a war in the day no peace at night. There's blood on the hands of man yet we don't symathize. The meateater kills the cows they just depersonalize to justify.
Well hey Miss Go-Go won't you stop for a minute. Cause the song you dance to it got somethin' in it. There's a lotta things those long funny words can teach ya.
Today I found some ol' remains chains that once held us together. Petals of old faded rose and a few old I-love-you-forever letters. And I ran across some mem'ries of you I thought I'd never see again.
I've always wanted more. I couldn't settle for second best in life. And end up like the rest. I know out of thousands. Only one will come forward. A narrow gate that I'm gonna go for.
I never knew. I never do. How love controls me. Seeing you. The first time. You got a hold'a me. . But like a fool. A fool in love. There's always bliss and happiness.
One two three four five six seven eight hey baby you're a little too late. I'm standin' on the outside lookin' in at you on the inside. Lookin' out at me on the outside lookin' in.
Waste away to nothin' in a dark, dusty tomb. Lookin' for the traces of what used to be a room. Wipe away the blood from a tormented brow. Solve the wicked problem, never asking how.
He'll be comin' down the road at the break of day. His head thrown back and his guns tied low. He's comin' after Jinny wants to take her away but I ain't gonna let her go.