Parked down on lover?s leap Steaming up his old heap Two lovers stare up at the stars Somewhere in the lights below Two houses all aglow Parents wondering
I'm no poet and I know it I don't use five dollar words This might not sound like much compared to all the pretty things you've heard But here's how
What is the world comin' to When lovers can't believe They got a love comin' true Then they up and leave They say they will when they won't They say
would have known what to say But I missed my chance When the words "I love you" Came just a little too late In a week or two I was gonna bring you diamonds
Momma died young giving birth to a son In a home for wayward girls Daddy was sidewalk, soapbox preacher Looking forward to the end of the world Every
I don't leave any room for doubt When it comes to you and me You know all about the way I feel inside You know how hard I try But that don't mean that
It was seven hundred fenceposts from your place to ours Neither one of us was old enough to drive a car Sometimes it was raining, sometimes it would
Won't you please turn up the lights I can't hardly see Thank you kindly but that don't help Maybe it's just me It seems I've had this problem since My
Wish I had a car, top rolled down, the music up loud Follow that girl all over town and see Norma Jean Riley's gonna notice me Wish I had a dog, seen
They were quite a pair The way that love should be They still held hands For the world to see She?s thankful that she had him all those years But she
Mirror, Mirror, on my wall, Tell me, who is the loneliest fool of all No, wait a minute, I believe I see The answer staring back at me Spent most of
Sometimes a careless word just rolls right off my tongue Now matter what I do it leaves you all undone Hey baby no need to go crazy over some little
vary From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now Notice, the child swift like a locust Focus on the loc' I be the greatest nigga that wrote it Return of the Jedi, from Rio
like a bad bag of D, now notice, the child swift like a locust Focus on the loc' I be the greatest nigga that wrote it Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero
a bad bag of D, now notice, the child swift like a locust Focus on the loc' I be the greatest nigga that wrote it Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero
