One world/One time for man/Where do we go from here. One day/One grain of sand/Moments we find so dear. . We're holding on/Time slips away. . One life/One thoughtful sigh/Places within our mind.
Oh, what mess. You've got the best of my heart. It broke and now it's just a joke. 'Cause you're moving right along. I'm still here and you're gone. .
Is this lovers leap/Are you rolling in clover/When the girl of your dreams is somebody else's dream. Your conscience runs deep/But desire runneth over/When the wife of a friend is tired of her wife routine.
I dream all day. Till I am free. the clock is slow. I'm in overload. but I'd rather take it easy. It's school all week. Till i get home. . Just You and me some great TV.
Parody Of Stinkin' Problem by David Ball (Ball/Shamblin/Ziff). Almo Music Corp./Hayes Street Music/EMI-April Music (ASCAP). Low Country Music/New Court Music (BMI)..
Rumors emanating from the North to all the Poles. Outsiders speculating. Who's designing Santa's clothes. He's the newest face in Christmas. . And soon the world will know.
It could have been something. Something into nothing. That's just the way it goes. And everybody knows. . Starting flying this way. Arrows through a heart shape.
You climbed up on the bus said that I'll do. just about anything that you want me too. I got tickets to your show from the radio. they were free!. . I said "you got the wrong bus".
On the boardwalk. Working two shifts. Saving for that diamond ring. Then I'll quit. All the cool kids. Hanging south pier. Guess I'll have it figured out by next year.
Parody of Sold: The Grundy County Auction by John Michael Montgomery (R. Fagan/R.Royer), Of Music (ASCAP)/RobbRoy West Music (BMI). New Lyrics (Skoal) by Cledus T. Judd and Chris Clark La-Po Music/Chris Clark Publishing Designee..
(Chris Clark/Richard Fagan/Cledus T. Judd/Robb Royer). . Sadie, pull this car over.. Let me get a can of skoal.. . Well, I went down to the Grundy county auction:.
Our seperation has it's faults. But I don't wanna leave it all. So write the letters in teary ink. I just need some time to think. And I just need some time to breathe.
She's so squeezable, please-able. Unbreakable, she's inflatable. She's an arm full of sex appeal. Can't wait until I get her home, yeah. . She's incapable of being difficult.
I wanna be your Hollywood. I could be your movie star. You misunderstood. Who you really think you are. I wanna be your dollar bills. I could be your shopping mall.
She cooks with lard, loves hot food bars. A quart of sweet tea, and fried pork skins. Can't get enough, eat still she's stuffed. Goes to the bathroom, then she comes back again.
Yesterday. I waited for your friends to walk away. So I could say just what I mean. . I know we're moving fast. We're running from the past. I'm holding on before it fades away.
Let's get jiggy with it. . My front won't crank, I owe the bank. I'm gonna pay 'em back but right now I can't. My record went gold half a million sold.
I lost my self at your. show last night. Looking at the sparkling eyes. In the middle of a fresher crowd. You keep living like a movie star. But tell me who you really are.
Well, his house was nothin' more than a big junkyard. A retirement home for old lawnmowers and them blocked up rusty cars. He couldn't read or write a word and he stu-stuttered when he spoke.
Never had to work a day. In a perfect life. Never had a bill to pay. It seems to work just fine. . I know, I know. I shouldn't go. Go there. I know, I know.