Standing in line marking time. Waiting for the welfare dime. 'Cause they can't buy a job. The man in the silk suit hurries by. As he catches the poor ladies' eyes.
The rain held back again. Haven't felt a drop since you went away. Outside of town, the hills are brown. I guess way out there you'd call 'em golden. Lines outside the welfare store.
Four walls I built one winter, she came to share my name. For years we lived as lovers on the open plains. And far off the heat wave shimmers, pipelines and the gasoline.
It's a hazy winter's day. And I'm staring out on the southland. In the twilight distance on the bay. My mind sees you running through the marshland. All these years I've been waiting for you.
Pushin' time and space aside. Across the universe together. Through tomorrow to forever. The ships fly on by. . Down in corridors of light. To their final destination.
Well I'm watchin' Geraldo on TV. And I'm thinkin' about you and me, about you and me. . But you talk too much, you say too little. You think too hard, you will get a tremble.
Bette Midler. Mud Will Be Flung Tonight. The Unfettered Boob (spoken Word). We haven't lyrics of this song. Please, add these lyrics for other users. Use "Correct". Thanks to you..
Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger an endless aching need.
I'll bet you think you can. Just use her the way, you used to do. I got news for you, your fuse is out. The girl is on to you. . I'll bet you think you can abuse her.
Bette Midler. Mud Will Be Flung Tonight. Taking Aim (spoken Word). We haven't lyrics of this song. Please, add these lyrics for other users. Use "Correct". Thanks to you..
I don't want a pickle. Just want to ride on my motorcycle. And I don't want a tickle. 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle. And I don't want to die.