If you wanna be my friend. You want us to get along. Please do not expect me to. Wrap it up and keep it there. . The observation I am doing could. Easily be understood.
Your face, it shows you are an imposter. That snapshot still in the parking lot. You're on the screen, I feel you downtown. Out on the street, I feel the underground.
Angels We Have Heard On High. Angels we have heard on high,. Sweetly singing o'er the plains. And the mountains in reply. Echoing their joyous strains. Gloria....
She leaned with her head on the window. Watching evergreen bend in the snow. Remembering Christmas the way it had been. So many seasons ago. . When children would reach for their stockings.
Mary, did you know. That your baby boy, would one day walk on water?. Mary, did you know. That your baby boy, would save our sons and daughters?. . Did you know.
Yeah, oh you make me feel. You make me feel good inside. You look into my eyes. . I always try to hide my tears. But you always see my cries, you always see my cries.