She danced in the dirty streets. Satin shoes tied to her feet. People round here said she was a sight. Every night when the sun went down. She'd curtsy, and take a bow.
Have you ever loved someone you knew nothing of. Except you'd seen the light inside their eyes. Have you ever loved someone just because. Nothing felt so easy or so right.
I worship the ground that you walk on. Give praise to the place where you sit. Your face and the space that you talk from. Your teeth and those unlucky lips.
I can tell by the way you're walking. That you don't want company. I'll let you alone and I'll let you walk on. And in your own good time you'll be. .
Boy,let me tell you 'bout a friend of mine. Her name is Rita Valentine. Every summer night you can find her dancing. Barefoot under the front porch light.
The Christmas cards and greetings are arriving. Across the shifty sands to the war. By the time I get to read them, she'll be rising. To a fifty, fifty chance and nothing more.
I was standing on the sidewalk in 1945. In Jacksonville, Illinois. When asked what my name was there came no reply. They said I was a deaf and sightless half-wit boy.
A tear ran down his face. As she started to leave. He said, Baby, don't do this. I'm beggin' you please. What can I say to stop you. >From walkin' out on us.
Can't remember looking for something. So hard to find. I can't remember talking to myself. Just like I'd lost my mind. I can't remember rowing towards the moon.
Well I know it ain't been roses lately, baby, it's just been thorns. And no matter what we do, nothing seems to change. Love has always been my shelter, for you it's been a storm.
White lace bedspread, Monet hanging over my head. Big smile on my face, wine glasses all over the place. Your shirt on my floor, I've never done that before.
It's the spell that can't be broken. It's your breath upon my neck. It's the words I long to tell you but haven't yet. It's the need to see you constantly.
I've got a friend who wears go-go boots to Sunday School. We used to sit and drink pink champagne on a tin roof. Ridin' it out in a Thunderbird. Singin' out loud every single word of Jack & Diane.
Dancing Bears. Painted wings. Things I almost remember. And a song someone sings. Once upon a December. . Someone holds me safe and warm. Horses prance through a silver storm.
In a bar Johnny drinks. Johnny drinks Johnnie Walker. Runs up a bill he can't pay. He's drinking to the memory. Of a prince in a paupers grave. . And it's go Johnny go.
Today Joseph is sitting alone, with occasional nods to the waitress. She tops off his cup while she's snapping her gum, making her rounds on the lunch shift.
Deixe-me ir. Preciso andar. Vou por aí a procurar. Rir pra não chorar. Deixe-me ir. Preciso andar. Vou por aí a procurar. Sorrir pra não chorar. . Quero assistir ao sol nascer.
I'm in love with my wife. Doublebeds, The Lemonheads. Scrambled eggs and life. Let's make it open season. . On all the racists and the bigots. And their chums.
I can't help but wonder how. This fire keeps going out. Even when we try to keep it burning. It's hard to let you go. And that's because I know. That holding on is worth a little hurting....
I want to be your girlfriend, I want to be your new love. I want to be the one that you can't get enough of. I want to be your girlfriend, nobody else's but yours.