You know dasher and dancer and prancer and vixen. Comet and cupid and donner and blitzen. But do you know. The most famous reindeer of all. . Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer.
Outside it was pouring rain, what a day for letting go. You got drenched in doubt, yeah in doubt but even so. Laughed until you cried, nothing like the blues.
I see pictures of the porsche. Smashed and twisted out of shape. Hanging in offices. To match up with the drape. And posters of him. In boutiques where they couldn't know.
A little bit of me and a whole lot of you. Add a dash of starlight and a dozen roses, too. Then let it rise for a hundred years or two. And that's the recipe for making love.
Well the bozos talk of dawn. But it feels like Monday morn. On the washing lines. We still fight for what we fought. But it's getting kind of short. With these futures on our heels.
Standing in the pouring rain,. Watching the house burn down.. All those dreams gone up in flames. wrapped in the arms of friends gathered round. . Once you were showered with pearls.
I'm catchin a plane home. I can feel the wind on my hair. Maybe someone's out there. Someone just as bare. And if somebody stacked the cards. I hope they're stacked for me.
When you say that I have done it before. So it should come easy now. (well) Come the day when we show us to the door. There'll be sorrow. Throwing shadow.
Come with me, and you'll be in, a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination.. We'll begin, with a spin, traveling in the world of my creation..
Arthur read stories he got from the shelf. In the gingerbread house of the men in between. Making his mind up to keep to himself. And somewhere the future had been.
Promise me you'll remember. This love together today. We may not have tomorrow. It's not for us to say. . Fate isn't kind to lovers. It breaks the hardest hearts.
There was a time. When you ran after me. And we could run. I took you for granted. In my fantasy. (but) Those days are gone. I love you I love you I love you.
Oh please, don't talk about me when I'm gone. Although our friendship ceases from now on. Hey Carmen, if you can't say anything real nice. The way it's better not to talk at all, that's my advice.
Earth for all creatures. a thought for all (wo)men. right for the speechless. wrong until then?. Eyes for the laughter. thirst for the tongue. hands for together.
Bells will be ringing, this sad, sad news. Oh, what a Christmas to have the blues. My baby's gone, I have no friends. To wish me greetings once again.
I thought I saw a swallow land. Upon my hand on summer day. I thought I saw my true love standing. In the sand. One old may day. I thought I hear the dolphins sing.
Parle plus bas. Car on pourrait bien nous entendre. Le monde n'est pas pr pour tes paroles tendres. Le monde n'est pas pr pour nous. Il dirait tout simplement que nous sommes fous.
Parle plus bas. Car on pourrait bien nous entendre. Le monde n'est pas prt pour tes paroles tendres. Le monde n'est pas prt pour nous. Il dirait tout simplement que nous sommes fous.
I'm a rabbit on fire. on fire with mascared eyes. I'm a white rat acquired. by the lab. I'm due to be shot. shot with experiment. waiting in line. for the next stab.