I'm sick of all your shit, never hear the end of it. Another day of this would drive me insane. All the bullshit and the lies, you told to at least twenty
You sit there on the couch Sipping your scotch and ice You turn the TV on And tune me out again So what would you say to me If you could talk to me
I didn't call you cuz you would make a fuss, So I wrote it in a song for you. You're no longer where I am inside. We?re too different, me and you. You
I lost it all You got it back Believed in me When I gave up on myself again A sudden rain Revealed your face I knew right then No matter where I go
so cold He took advantage of the nice, naive and the beautiful If you?ve been there you know If you?re still there hang on We?re all dealt our lumps
Can see you standing in the pouring rain Waiting for changes to carry you away I can see the light fall from your eyes As we get lost in the tears of
Hold on, you said and I held on. Lay down, your sweet head and I laid it down. I'd say, "tell me all you have seen". And you gave of your life, to bring
Did you ever hear of Carrie Mother of six Angel to a thousand You may have never seen her But her actions spoke much louder She changed this place She
You thought you had me all tied up in a little knot You thought I'd go on living just like you like you until you asked me nicely to stop but suprise
Hush I can hear you breathing Sweet The taste of your tender kiss I?m crazy, crazy tonight Baby hold me tonight Capture my heart Hold me til morning
I said some things, to you I think that I shouldnt've said I spoke out of turn, and hurt you I've learned that it hurts me back Oh what could be worse
Look at me I'm twenty three Beautiful a sight to see Tonight A little dress to draw the press And I'll be leaving All the rest behind Well be pleased
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light. Never a house and never a hedge In No Man s Land from edge to edge, And never a living soul walks there To taste the fresh of the morning air; Only some lumps
Catch a taxi to the fountainhead Blinking neon penny arcade A young Caruso on the fire escape Painted face ladies on parade A newsboy on the corner Singing
Con tristeza sin hablar En aquel atardecer Nos miramos sin llorar Cuando ya partia el tren No podia ser verdad Se moria nuestro amor Y yo sola en el
-peak Billboard position # 37 in 1965 -Words and Music by Helen Miller and Roger Atkins There's a girl who lives down the track In a little shack made
doldrums So the story goes Color the era Film it, it's historical, my My mile could not Pump the plumb In my arbor till my ardor trumped Every inner inertia lump