Are you going to Scarborough Fair?. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine. . Tell her to make me a cambric shirt.
Good God, don't jump!. The boy sat on the ledge. An old man who had fainted was revived (he's all right). And everyone agreed t'would be a miracle indeed if the boy survived.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?. Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme. Remember me to one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine. . Tell her to make me a cambric shirt.
They say that Richard Cory owns one-half of this whole town. With political connections to spread his wealth around.. Born into society, a banker's only child.
Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake. Floatin' in my bowl, takin' movies. Relaxin' awhile. Livin' in style. Talkin' to a raisin who 'casion'lly plays L.A..
I should have known you'd bid me farewell.. There's a lesson to be learned from this. and I learned it very well. . Now I know you're not. the only starfish in the sea..
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As we marched down to Faneri-o. As we marched down to Faneri-o. Our captain fell n love with a lady like a dove. And they called her name, pretty Peggy-o.
De, de de-de de-de, de-de de-de, de de-de. Do, do do-do do-do, do-do do. De-de de-de de de de-de de de de-de de. And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson. Jesus loves you more than you will know.
Old friends. Old friends. Sat on their park bench. Like bookends. A newspaper blown through the grass. Falls on the round toes. Of the high shoes. Of the old friends.
Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?. The game is over,. Over,. Over.. . No good times, no bad times,. There's no times at all,. Just The New York Times,.
In my little town. I grew up believ--ing. God keeps his eye on us all. And he used to lean upon me. As I pledged allegiance to the wall. Lord I recall.
De, de de-de de-de, de-de de-de, de de-de. Do, do do-do do-do, do-do do. De-de de-de de de de-de de de de-de de. . And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson. Jesus loves you more than you will know.
Mama pyjama rolled outta bed, she ran to the police station. when the cop found out, he began to shout, he started the investigation. and it's against the law, it was against the law.
Chorus:. (Oh) Maybellene, why can't you be true, whoah Maybellene, why can't you be true. You're not startin' right, doin' those things you used to do.
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song. I'm twenty-two now, but I won't be for long. Time hurries on. And the leaves that are green turn to brown.
The first thing I remember, I was lying in my bed. I couldn't've been no more than one or two. And I remember there's a radio, coming from the room next door.
When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school. It's a wonder I can think at all. And though my lack of education hasn't hurt me none. I can read the writing on the wall.
Last night I had the strangest dream. I ever dreamed before. I dreamed the world had all agreed. To put an end to war. I dreamed I saw a mighty room. The room was filled with men.
When I think back on all the crap I've learned in high school. It's a wonder I can think at all. Though my lack of education hasn't hurt me much. I can read the writings on the walls.