Well, excuse me, but I think you've got my chair No, that one's not taken, I don't mind If you sit here, I'll be glad to share Yeah, it's usually packed
Hum drum days And a hum drum ways Hey kids, let me tell you how I met your mom We were dancin' and romancin' at the Senior Prom It was no infatuation
We the people get down with the sound of the clown like a man on the moon, We the people get mad when you tell us that we need another army platoon. We
Following The Leader [from '...And A Master Of None', 2010] I'm people watching staring through the rain With admiration and disdain. Looking from my
us all about pot Four goals, two cautions and a half-time report The prime time verdict from the murder court A woman who died and came back from hell The president
! Paris For President! Get your cute little butt out there and vote, Paris For President! To spend some beauty tips and hope Paris For President...
Sonntagmorgen 11 Uhr Zeit der Gottesdienst ist aus und er tritt aus der Tur Er winkt und lachelt das gleiche Lacheln seit Jahren, seit Jahren Die
's the end of the month I gotta pay the rent I wish I was the President It's the end of the month and all my money i spent I wish I was the President
Jenny, Jenny you don't know the nights I hide Below a second story room to whistle you down The man who's let to divvy up, time is a miser He's got a
Steep is the water tower Painted off blue to match the sky Can't ignore the train Night walks in the valley silent You could swear the earth just moved
One time You made me cry Be proud that I Remember My chin is sore The bruise is gone But the spot is tender Gave my hand a sister coy To Cotton Alley
Why are some men born With minds that earn degrees The loving cups Gilded plaques Grace their study walls Hide the cracks While their genius is turned
On one morning In the month of May When all the birds Were singing I saw a lovely maiden stray Across the fields at break of day She softly sung her
The legs of Maddox kitchen tables My whole life twisted on a lathe In a foreman's torrent My first English was "Faster boy if you want your pay" Barking
Power, dizzy with it stumble Detail, a chance for us to quarrel Anger, my head is shaken violent If I could calm or restrain you For the sake of pity
the Pacific O gone the way of flesh turned pale and died by your god's decree for he hated me (* Cherokee name for Andrew Jackson the 7th president
As frail hinges pivot on a case's door Commemorative souvenirs from places Containers change with each occasion A cellophane encased display of paper
Here is the store house of Her Majesty Well guarded by sentry but looks are free Call this the ray-less and benighted age Witches by tallow candles shifted