If frisy hair was a metaphor for festival time then this woman is a goddess of that festival shrine, met her - at a jam in that garden of sorts I must
One day one woman asked him 'what do you to survive?' he said 'oh my dear listen here' and this is what he cried On my feet I wear two shoes for dancing
Walking down the street with some evil in my eye and some thoughts in my head that were making me feel high on my head was a hoodi in my ears was
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Ooh Ooh Are the enemy living the memory? Grandly gambling With our hand on the lifeline Ghost of coastlines You are hanging on time Every last breath
I still remember this moment In the back of my mind The time we stood with our shaking hands The crowds in stands went wild We were the kings and the
Crash on the levee, mama Water's gonna overflow Swamps gonna rise No boats gonna row Now you can train on down To Williams Point You can bust your feet
She walks alone down a sleazy backstreet Around a corner, up an alley to a dead end There under a small blue light She enters an unmarked doorway (A low
Well, what am I living for if not for you? What am I living for if not for you? Well, what am I living for if not for you? Baby, baby, nobody else, nobody
We heard the fireworks. Rushed out to watch the sky. Happy go lucky. Fourth of July. How can you live in the Northeast? How can you live in the South?
C'mon take me to the Mardi Gras Where the people sing and play Where the dancing is elite And there's music in the street Both night and day Hurry take
The water is wide, I can not get over And neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that will carry two And both shall row, my love and I Where love
I'm under pressure, be-gi-gi-ginning to overdrive. I'm a loose canon mmh, I will not make it out alive. See I'm wrapped around your finger, I'm digging
Now that you're gone, I feel the pain My heart trembles, I call your name I miss your touch, your soft blonde hair I keep searching for an answer, it
Now that you're gone I feel the pain My heart trembles I call your name I miss your touch Your soft blonde hair I keep searching for an answer It just
I've been thinking it over And I know just what to do I've been thinking it over And I know I just can't trust myself I'm a gypsy prince Covered with
Get your program running Head out to the center Terminals are waiting For the data that you'll enter Everybody says that you're a nerd, but They should