I sat outside my front window, this story's going somewhere He's well hung and I am hanging up There's a song on the radio that says "Let's get this party
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Oh, how I miss thee hills and dales And vales and trails of old Bavaria Oh, it's such bliss to kiss the Miss I miss Like this in old Bavaria Oh, the
Aus der Bohne und in das licht Ein wesen mich zu gehen drangt Fur die selbe sache und das alte leid Meine Tranen mit gelachter fangt Und auf der matte
As one with the knowledge and magic of the source Attuned to the majesty of music They marched as one with the Earth Sol, Dhoop Sun Ilios Naytheet Ah
I used to laugh, I used to cry I used to do everything I wanted to I don't know when, I don't know why But somewhere I must have lost that guy I knew
I know you're leaving me behind I'm seeing you, darling, for the very last time Show a little tenderness before you go Please let me feel your embrace
Summer '61 A goddess became my song Fell in her ocean eyes As endless as the sky Forever she'll be my surfer girl Forever she'll be my surfer girl My
Down on Olivera Street a Mexicano cry A grito, te quiero, te quiero, te' adoro This is where the Anglo gets his Latin lover's sigh Adios muchachas y bolero
I?m going home, I?m going home Back to the place where I belong Found peace of mind, yeah one piece at a time I?m going home (Sure don?t know why I?m
He Loves Her When She's Sleeping And All The Dreams She's Keeping She keeps them in A Jar, But Not Too far from her hear. They head the Good Kind Of
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
Maw, maw miama glory, Hallelujah a??Maw, maw miama glory, Hallelujaha??a?? The sun burns a hole through the 6 AM hazea?? Turns up the volume and shows
Lost my way The sun grew dim Stepped over grace And stood in sin Took the dive but couldn't swim A flag without the wind When there's no morning Without
Pumps drunk with oil Dance like prehistoric locusts on the hills to LAX People fill their tanks in flights of fancy Actors waitin' tables with a method
Just now I was thinkin' 'bout another perfect day Wishin' it would come again your way Down below a sparkled city scatters by the bay Tells you your suspicions
Lucky old sun Lucky old sun Lucky old sun Lucky old sun Up in the mornin', out on the job Work so hard for my pay But that lucky old sun's got nothin