bedtime stories Tell me in a very special way Bedtime stories Bedtime stories Tell me, tell me, tell me bedtime stories Won't you tell me, tell me, tell me bedtime
telling bedtime stories Don't come around telling me those bedtime stories Wanna hear your voice before I close my eyes But baby, you better think twice Before you come around and tell me Bedtime
sleep Don't be bad little cotton dolly See how nice Mickey Mouse sleeps now Even my brass drummer boy has stopped all his noise 'Cause he knows it's past bedtime
had And she took his hand and led him far away Still it's just another bedtime story But telling it brings teardrops to my eyes Just another pretty bedtime
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray dear Lord that you will keep Your eyes upon this sleeping world Every little boy and girl Bless the children far away
Who cares what day it is Or how long we live for? I need to make a judgment About you before my bedtime For when I put my head down on the pillow My
Today is the last day that I'm using words They've gone out, lost their meaning Don't function anymore Let's, let's, let's get unconscious honey Let'
you touchin you while touchin me slowly! kiss you sex you squeeze you please you i just wanna make you scream (make love tonight) kiss you lick you suck you freak you sharing bedtime
see you I just want you around 'Cause I wanna feel you All through the day and the night Whenever I'm near you It feels like bedtime It feels like bedtime
your fault, we're the ones who betray But how can you say it with such ease You want to take a stand or you just wanna fight Your bedtime story is scaring
If I should die Before I rise, I pray the Lord Give you my eyes. To see the world The way I do, To see what's right
His smile has her longin' for His touch tonight Does he want someone to love Is this a game she's played before She's heard her share of bedtime tales
I could be your sister, I could be your mother We could be friends, I'd even be your brother But I'd rather be your lover That's right, I'd rather be
I can't stop thinking of you The things we used to do The secrets we once shared I'll always find them there in my memories But this heartache isn't
These are my hands But what can they give me? These are my eyes But they cannot see These are my arms but they Don't know tenderness And I must confess
Get up on the dance floor, everything is groovin' Get up on the dance floor, got to see you movin' Let the music shake you, let the rhythm take you Feel
Surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice Him or her, I shall follow Who needs the sun when the rain's so full of life? Who needs the sky? It's
I'll never be an angel I'll never be a saint, it's true I'm too busy surviving Whether it's Heaven or Hell I'm gonna be living to tell So, here's my
