If I had a hammer, I'd build a house for two. And if I had a sailing ship, I'd take a trip with you. And if I had a poets hand, I'd write a verse for
I get home late from work tonight Baby, my body's achin'. Can't stop thinkin' 'bout you and me And the love that we'll be makin'. So I chill the champagne
: I like my toast buttered Stephen: and i'll take mine dry Mark: I dig the beatles Stephen: i'm a stones kinda guy Mark: I have fine taste Stephen:
I made love to ya all night long then i got up to write you a song i watched ya sleep and i fell in love ya must've been sent from heaven above don
You watch me on your TV, say that my job is easy. Say I am not athletic, you think my sport's pathetic. But you can't judge me 'til you've walked a mile
And every time I think of you I'll remember all the good times that we've had And every time I sing this tune I will laugh, I will cry, I will close my
truth, kind of like the way this feels, being terrified of you I don't wanna write a love song I don't wanna write a love song I don't wanna write a love song
(TJ McCloud) She dances Footsteps like raindrops patter across the stage Second glances She pirouettes and slowly fades away Lost my chances Who holds
square Such silver mermaids And they were young and they were fair They brushed their bronze and dusky hair And whispered, "Come, sad Stephen Come and
It was a thing with a head like a spud ball It was a song, the song we were looking for I always have to state to myself It has nothing to do with
--------------- Fortunes of time making up a rhyme How do we save tomorrow Given a voice can you make a choice Is it black, is it grey, is it yellow Mother
all in the way you wonder If you think you're learnin' how Pick up your feet you don't have to pick up a gun You can prod the sacred cow You know the song
Thank you dear lady for being my mom, you did all my homework you took me to prom, and I was the only guy who got lucky that night...
Hush little girl Sweet baby don't cry Tonight Daddy is here and he'll sing you a soft lullaby Tonight Why can't it all be like it was before? How can
Fortunes of time making up a rhyme How do we save tomorrow Given a voice can you make a choice Is it black, is it gray, is it yellow Mother nature made
in the way you wonder If you think you're learnin' how Pick up your feet you don't have to pick up a gun You can call the sacred cow If you know the song
is shinin on you. when you hair's blowing in the wind, when your eyes, start glistening. whne you talk, i start listening to you To you To you (Thanks to Stephen
Trafalgar square Such silver mermaids And they were young and they were fair They brushed their bronze and dusky hair And whispered, "Come, sad Stephen
