Tonight, let's let party people do. Whatever party people do. Just wanna be somewhere with you. Without the crowd. Tonight, let's go hit our favorite spot.
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.. You really are a heel.. You're as cuddly as a cactus,. You're as charming as an eel,. Mr. Grinch.. You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel..
I'd like to ask you from the start. If you could pull me out of the dark.. Or if our love could fall apart like cookies crumble.. See, I'm a demon on the loose..
You can have Charleston. The cobblestone streets. The steeples looking down on The Battery. The top sails and the clydesdales, pullin' people all around.
Always there. When my world starts closing in. Something to hold. No matter how long it's been. Gets me high. Then knocks me to the ground. Soothes my mind.
Thirty-nine candles burnt out on a cake. Each representin' a million mistakes. The last one still burns, there's a wish I can make. This time I'm gettin' it right.
Headin' down south to the land of the pines. I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline. Starin' up the road and pray to God I see headlights. . I made it down the coast in seventeen hours.
What makes a man. Work till his kids get too old to kiss and hug. Keep on climbing that imaginary mountain. When is enough, enough. . What makes a man build a kingdom.
Woke up to a beautiful sun. Shining brightly in the east. Want to have it shine on everyone. The way it's shining on me. . We got such a long way to go.
Church bells ringin' on our wedding day. Climb in that limo and we roll away. Yes, you always hear some people say. They're never gonna make it. . We settled in, and we settled down.
Got a baby girl sleeping in my bedroom. And her mama laughing in my arms. There's the sound of rain on the rooftop. And the game's about to start. . I don't really know how I got here.
I heard some kids telling me. How they've lost all the faith, in the way. They've been talking world peace. And the wars in the streets. . The lines on their faces so deep.
I'd never leave the perfect girl. Or rip apart the perfect world. Just up and leave in the middle of a song. . I'd never pack my things in a Silverado.
Way back when she did a hundred and ten. In her dad's old Chevrolet. And she once climbed, way up high. To paint her name on a water tank. . She's got that little red rose.
I remember when I saw you there. What did you see in me, tell me. Let all the people stop and stare. You were the only one that I could see. . Time comes and time goes by.
I wanna feel that ocean breeze that's got me wrapped around it's fingers. I wanna hear a southern drawl and every word that lingers. I need a sunday morning song by a just got baptized singer.
I was up in New York City just the other week. You should've seen the waitress face when I ordered sweet tea. She said we don't have that here and I apologized.
Sun kissed hair and not much makeup. High-heeled boots that lace up. Two first names that came from. Her grandmas on both sides. She ain't ever read much Faulkner.
I never was the biggest or the fastest guy. I never hit a homerun when the game was tied. I knew from an early age I wasn't going to be. A doctor or the CEO of anything.
November of '43. On a boat comin' 'cross the sea. He left a boy, came back a man. She started running' when she saw his face. It'd been 655 days. Since she held his hand.