Love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and bonds. Any heart, not tough or strong enough. To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain. Love is like a cloud, holds a lot of rain.
She's like a stellar. She's got a fella. She knows Italian too. She just started driving you. . I feel I know the man on Mir. I'd love to see what he can see.
There's another kind of red under the bed. We've all been branded. Barcode on my head. We can all go beep as we checkout. Your flexible friend is but a spy.
Little donkey, little donkey on a dusty road. Got to keep on plodding onward with your precious load. Been a long time little donkey, Bethlehem's in sight.
The dog-eared Disprin, in your handbag. A gathering of crumbs and, twenty fags. I'd steal some chewing gum, a few stray coins. I'm sure you noticed but didn't much mind.
Put your sweet fingers. A little closer to the keyboard. It's hard to read between your lines. We were the clock hands at midnight. Now you're four whole hours behind.
I've got your blood. Under my fingernails. And it feels like I could. Never wash it away. . Well, how about that?. I could never do that. What do you know about that?.
My book has more bookmarks than pages. Cause it take me ages. Or is everybody reading. Is everybody reading. . Standing on a black Ulster hill. I never fear the chill.
I will follow you. I will follow you. Put all my money in gold and. Hope that we make it on through. . I will follow you. I will follow you. Put all my faith in the man.
What's with the angel and what's with the devil. They keep swapping shoulders and I can't tell which from which. "Will you be my Kris kindle? Will you be my better nature?".
My tongue is scailing the North face of your neck. And we're glaring like warriors but,. I've a feelin' you won't look at me that way in the morning. 'cause lately you seem less sure of this thing.
Hey, Anna Lena. Let's get married. Let's get out of this place. Just take what you can carry. . I got the pink lilo. Won't need much where we're going.
Shylock came for his pound. He's got his own scales and everything. Where is Portia now, the phone is diverting. . Shylock came for his pound. The look on his face as she enters stage-left.
On the telephone. On the message board. On the toilet wall. Telemarket poll. By sign language. By a pigeon carriage. By pressing red. Fastest thumbs in the west.
(Gerry Goffin/Carole King). . I think I'm going back. To the things I learnt so well in my youth. I think I'm returning to. Those days when I was young enough to know the truth.
This place is magnificent. All the world a moth flapping at its flame. Promise still sparkles. The siren's tune is still the same. . None of these girls are smiling.
Everybody finished their honey tipped cigar. Our after dinner speaker tonight is God. A warm round of applause. And then silence. . Tell us of love, we said.
When your hand brushed against mine. I thought I'd collapse. I'm no rolling stone. I gather too much moss. Maybe it's 'cos I'm getting. A little bit older.
I heap on feint praise. It's never getting stronger. No matter how much shit. I throw. . For it is flawed and dangerous. Hollow ringin' in my ears. And the bitter aftertaste.
You left it, I sent it, I want it back. You left it, I sent it, I want it back. . If I had you here I'd clip your wings. Snap you up and leave you sprawlin' on my pin.