(Hazel Smith). . They called Rosie a lady until she had the baby. Then they called Rosie crazy, but she don't care at all. She sits rockin' and singin' and crazy Rosie's grinin'.
(D. Hickey). . He was a short order cook, and not too much to look at. And he traded in his foot, for a medal in the war. He loved a girl named Lila, in a bar across the highway.
(Dennis Locorriere/Ray Sawyer). . I Don't know where you come from. And I don't know where you been. If you're ever 'round my farm. Won'tcha come on in!.
(J. J. Cale). . Clyde played electric bass. Played it with finesse and grace. Sat on the porch ain't got no shoes. Pickin' the bass and singin' the blues.
(P. Overstreet). . I gently kiss her lips, touch her with my finger tips. Searching for the love I miss, you once gave to me. She is warm here by my side, I should be satisfied.
We have short time to stay. Our night is slipping far away. Caught up within bad memories. Our growth seems certain to decay. . Now this feeling's so alive.
(Shel Silverstein). . I used to be a prancer a one-eyed song and dancer. But eyes for true romance I didn't even try. I'd get 'em and forget 'em. But I never could stay with 'em.
(Shel Silverstein). . Many dark and dreary days have gone and passed me by. Since you took my heart and dashed it to the ground. Many long and lonely nights I'd lie and wonder why.
I'd like to get to know you better. I'd like for you to know me too. Could I have your name and number?. I'd like to spend some time with you. . Would you tell me where your job is?.
(H. Smith/D. Locorriere). . You walked into the room. I smelt your perfume. And I could see your body talkin'. Got up and grabbed the chance. C'mon we're gonna dance.
(S. Weedman). . It's raining again, here in my hotel. I guess I'm a little lonely and I don't feel very well. Maybe this time I'm really dying, now wouldn't that be swell.
Beware of lovers, who close their eyes. They could be hiding a thousand lies. You never know who they fantasise. Beware of lovers who close their eyes.
I'm your friend you can talk to me. I read your fate I see misery. 'Cause the one you love has left you dry. Don't start believin' that you're gonna die.
(E. Stevens/P. Overstreet). . I don't want to see you cry. Your crying always changes my mind. And we know well. It's livin' hell. Pretending our love hasn't died.
(Shel Silverstein). . The mornin' sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan. In her white suburban bedroom, in a white suburban town. As she lay there 'neath the covers, dreaming of a thousand lovers.
Thank the good Lord for rock and roll, thank the good Lord for gin. Thank the good Lord that women are made to satisfy their men. Thank the good Lord for Black and Red and our good buddy Will.
Night falls on the city, baby feels the beat. Slick and sexy angel of the street. The queen of all the night birds watch her when she walks. She don't say nothing but, baby makes her blue jeans talk.
(Unknown). . I know when I'm hungry, I know the taste I like. I know how much it takes to satisfy my appetite. I know when I've had enough or when I still need more.
Once on a midsummer's night. I gazed on a beautiful sight. And without a word all was said. When my eyes and Angela's met. . And I found myself in Angela's arms.
Lay down, let's explore this tenderness between us. There ain't no one around at all to see us. And baby would you mind it maybe you and I. Took a little time to find each other?.