I know a girl. Who says she loves me. She says she needs me. And I have reason to believe her. Good reason. . Like when we kiss. My eyes won't open. My heart won't listen.
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh. Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou. My Julie, sweetest me, me oh my oh. Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.
It's time to admit you love me. The flush of your cheek betrays. I hear a sigh in your voice. Your every word conveys. . It's time to admit you love me.
It's the most wonderful time of the year. With the kids jingle belling. And everyone telling you be of good cheer. Oh, it's the most wonderful time of the year.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas everywhere you go. Take a look in the five and ten glistening once again. With candy canes and silver lanes aglow.
It's the wrong time. And the wrong place. Though your face is charming. It's the wrong face. It's not her face. But it's such a charming face. That it's alright with me.
It's the wrong time. And the wrong place. Though your face is charming. It's the wrong face. It's not her face. But it's such a charming face. That it's alright with me.
It had to be you. It had to be you. I wandered around. And finally found. Somebody who. Could make me be true. Could make me be blue. Or even be glad.
There's a winding crack. Moving through my windshield. Like a vein in my head. The faster I go. The faster it winds. I'll get off the road. When my heart explodes.
Imagination is funny. It makes a cloudy day sunny. It makes a bee think of honey. Just like I think of you. . Imagination is crazy. Your whole perspective gets hazy.
Ask me how do I feel, now that we're cozy and clinging. Well sir, all I can say is if I were a bell I'd be ringing. From the moment we kissed tonight.
I would while away the hours. Conferin' with the flowers. Consultin' with the rain. And my head I'd be scratchin'. While my thoughts were busy hatchin'.
If I could give you more. I'd fill the house with flowers. Let you sleep for hours. Throw open the windows and unlock the doors. If I could give you more.
I've got a great idea. And wouldn't you like to know. You probably can't bear it. So I guess I'll have to share it. I thought of it a moment ago. . It starts with your hand in mine.
I'm walkin', yes indeed and I'm talkin'. About you and me, I'm hopin'. That you'll come back to me. I'm lonely as I can be, I'm waitin'. For your company, I'm hopin'.
I don't much care. If I am the last in line to see. Whatever that it is. That they're lining up to see. You see, it doesn't concern me. . I don't much care.
Oh, step aside, y'all ornery tender feet. 'Cause I'm about to sing my song. . I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande. But my legs ain't bowed and my cheeks ain't tan.
I'll only miss her when I think of her. And I'll think of her all the time. Likely I'll spend my days hearing her turn of a phrase. Things I found hard to praise, right now, would seem sublime.
I'll only miss her when I think of her. And I'll think of her all the time. Likely I'll spend my days. Hearing her turn of a phrase. Things I found hard to praise.
I spent last night dreaming of your eyes. But your hair kept getting in the way. Your lips dropped in to tell me how you'd been. But when I tried to kiss them.