Meet me at the bus stop. Down on the corner by the Five and Dime. Meet me at the bus stop. We'll have a real good time. At the bus stop. That's where the bus stops.
Tanto tempo se passou. E é tão bom ter você aqui. Não há limites para o amor. Quando se vive com sorte. . A vida contigo é muito melhor. Esqueci o medo de viver só.
If what I am is what's in me. Then I'll stay strong that's who I'll be. And I will always be the best. Me that I can be. . Oh I'm going to keep my head up high.
Oh, when I'm in my bubbly tub. A funny thing happens to me when I scrub. I splash and I wash and then it comes along. And soon I'm a'gigglin' and a'singin' this song.
Quando chover, flores lindas vão crescer de vez. E vem o sol fazer ficar tudo bem. Se vai combinar com o jeans, já isso eu não sei. Lady Stardust no seu mundo.
Maria: You use a brush to brush your hair. . Singers: Brush brush boogie. . Luis: You use a brush to paint a chair. . Singers: Brush brush boogie. . Maria: Hair.
It's a revelation, a moment of clarity,. and I am trapped inside this moment deadlines are left to die. And I guess I am truly free.. My brain was spent I worried as I fell in knee deep.
Who are you to say what is real and what is fake and who here matters anyway?. It's nothing that I haven't heard. We're all sellouts in your eyes, that's no surprise.
Me want a soft boiled cookie. And a glass of cookie juice on the side. Or for a change one morning. Me will have cookies scrambled or fried. . It isn't hard each morning.
this time, we've got a first class motive. we should start.. i wrote it long ago and never wrote it off. try and we might.. don't and.... . let's take this outside so i can make another scene..
When we're roamin' the streets and we see one car. We always add one and make it two. It don't matter why we like to add one and one. Out here it's the thing to do.
Feel your fingers, feel your toes. Grab your elbow, pinch your nose. Touch your ankle, tap your knees. Give your chin a little squeeze. You'll feel something hard inside.
I value you more than you will ever know!. . I know I'm not the only one. concerned about where this has gone.. The feelings that we both once shared,.
You pick yourself a berry. And you put it in a bucket. Pick yourself another. Plump and juicy and new. Pick yourself a handful. Too yummy for the bucket.
don't get me wrong.. i appreciate the appreciation but don't mistake my gratitude for half-heartedness. i'm not shouting these words out for nothing now..
My life, my life, my life, my life, in the sunshine. Everybody loves the suynshine. Sunshine, sunshine, everybody loves the sunshine. Sunshine, Sunshine, folks get down in the sunshine, they really love the sunshine.
Well, you can count my tie (one tie). Well, you can count my shirt (one shirt). Well, you can count my eyes (one, two). Oh my dessert (??) (one, two).
Eyes are nice, and so are lips. And also hair and finger tips. But dearer to my heart. Is my favorite body part. . I love a big round nose. A nose to smell a rose.
10 o' clock on Monday night, and I'm still in the past. Feelings change, and people fade, but the memories, they last. I missed the chance, slipped through my hands, I wish I could go back.