It feels just like The time is right And I know you've heard That she said she liked it Hide and seek From the passenger seat And so I'm sure Hollie Ollie
OLLIE NORTH OLLIE NORTH OLLIE NORTH Oh when I got up today oooooooooh I got a splitting headache... Oh baby......I gotta get away...... I take a day
I don't wanna be around When you start to fall apart I don't wanna touch the ground Cause its me you'll be walking on And it's so obvious That you
: OLLIE NORTH OLLIE NORTH OLLIE NORTH Oh when I got up today oooooooooh I got a splitting headache... Oh baby......I gotta get away...... I take a day
Weekends in bed, no scrambled eggs or bacon I just have time for you Backs on the grass, heads in the clouds, we closed our eyes Enjoy the view And we
Where do I begin? Should I tell you how bad I need you now? Yeah, you're underneath my skin But I'm confused, my head is spinning all around I waited
Wintertime in London, are you making plans? Are you still rocking Converse with your old Ray Bans If you're sitting in the places that we use to be Or
You and I are like oil and water We've been trying, trying, trying Ohh, to mix it up We've been dancing on a volcano And we've been crying, crying, crying
There ain't no moon, there ain't no stars Have to close up soon 'Cause there ain't no cars Got no radio, got no telephone I'm just awful bored and I'm
CRUDE OIL BLUES Writer Jerry Reed Well now, listen people let me tell you some news I'll sing a song called the crude oil blues We're low on heat .
now, she's fast, she's bad and she's Italian, she makes 100 miles per hour, oh yeah as we cross the city lights, she takes me higher, she's the hottest
Una mujer se ha perdido conocer el delirio y el polvo, se ha perdido esta bella locura, su breve cintura debajo de mi. Se ha perdido mi forma de amar
I got your call And now I'm here at your door False alarm 'Cause you're not here anymore I had it all in my head what I'd say to you But you set me up
I met a man in Texas, and oh, he was so fine And I said to myself, self, I'm gonna make him mine He owned a lot of oil wells and his bank roll sure was
Such derision when you fled They bruised your lank shins while you were down Some kicked the crutches from under your arms You are one sorry story, a
First He's inched her latch down, anxious Her hand begs my distraction, distraction I will learn, to focus on you Oh, you 'cause you won't Recognize
There's only so much oil on the ground Sooner or later there won't be much around Tell that to your kids while you driving downtown That there's only