Down in Dallas lord those girls are fine. In Carolina they make you lose your. mind sometimes. But it don't matter, it's wasted on me. 'Cause everywhere I go you're the.
I will love you. Each day of my life. And when I die. They can fetch them a knife. Cut me open. . Written on my brain. And in my heart. They'll find a name.
You're the light that lights my way. On the rainy nights. You're the road that's headed home. When it's bitter outside. . You're the hand that I hold.
I wanna choose to die. And be buried with a Rubik cube. And sleep inside the big blue buildings. While the sweet disease drives through. . There's a bakery in the night sky.
Have a lucky charm and a usual crew. And a wild guitar 'cos it's good for you. Get a pair of legs about three feet long. And a dangerous Jane to lay kisses on.
Young Parisians are so French. They love Patty Smith. Young Parisians are so French. At the Champs-Elysees. . I wanna go to Paris with you. Just to see what the French boys do.
i woke up got outta bed. looked in the mirror. and my eyes were red. thinkin' where were you last night. mama called from downstairs. you better get running or you're gonna be late.
Father owned the dating bar so mother ran the store. We all lived there together with the army at the door. No one to do my laundry or to tell me that they're sure.
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I've got Utah dust inside my boots. Peroxide covering my roots. Know what it's like to love. And like to be loved. . I tell you it's such a thrilling thing.
Hard to be a girl, so nice to be a boy. In my room at night, not a pretty site. . Here's an empty kiss marching. To the rhythm of the pay roll. I can be a good boy too.
Did I tell you how much I miss. Your sweet kiss?. Did I tell you I didn't cry. Well I lied, I la la la la la la lied. . Over real over. When I nearly hit the face I loved.
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I won't take that talk from no one. I won't take that talk from no one. Inside, it makes you ill and the pity of it all you're fighting. You don't see it anymore, you're fighting.
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Disappear in complete disarrays.. We are fern what your grandfather says.. Love the kisses at all be sending you.. Play the rhythm that I.
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Why? Tell me why?. Oh why, do girls love horses?. Why? Oh why?. Tell me why do girls love horses?. . Is it 'cos they're round?. Or they're six feet off the ground?.