Archive for April, 2009
All around me are familiar facesWorn out places, worn out facesBright and early for the daily racesGoing nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glassesNo expression, no expressionHide my head I wanna drown my sorrowNo tomorrow, no tomorrow
April 26th, 2009 | Posted in M | No Comments
I’ve been roaming around, I was looking down at all I seePainted faces fill the places I can’t reachYou know that I could use somebodyYou know that I could use somebody
April 26th, 2009 | Posted in U | No Comments
You’re my thrill, you do something to meYou send chills right through me when I look at you’Cause you’re my thrill You’re my thrill, how my pulse increasesI just go to pieces when I look at you’Cause you’re my thrill
April 26th, 2009 | Posted in Y | No Comments
Someone to hold me tightThat would be very niceSomeone to love me rightThat would be very nice Someone to understandEach little dream in meSomeone to take my handAnd be a team with me
April 26th, 2009 | Posted in S | No Comments
You’re just too marvelous, too marvelousFor words like glorious, glamorousAnd that old standby amorous It’s all too wonderful, I’ll never find the wordsThat say enough, tell enoughI mean they just not swell enough
April 26th, 2009 | Posted in T | No Comments
Do it now, you know who you areYou feel it in your heartAnd you’re burning and wishing At first, wait, won’t get it on a plateYou?re gonna have to work for itHarder and harder
April 25th, 2009 | Posted in I | No Comments
Sexy ladies, sexy ladiesSexy ladies, sexy ladiesThe way you’re walkin’ in those high heelsGirl you look so sexy Sexy ladies, sexy ladiesEverywhere you go you’re VIPGirl you look so sexySexy ladies, sexy ladies
April 25th, 2009 | Posted in S | No Comments
(Roll, roll the credits) Boy in the beginning The beginning it was me and you I was Bonnie you were Clyde And we were running We were running for the list we knew (Roll, roll the credits) But then in the middle In the middle you went and changed the script Took a pencil and [...]
April 24th, 2009 | Posted in R | No Comments
I want to be rich and I want lots of moneyI don’t care about clever I don’t care about funnyI want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamondsI heard people die while they are trying to find them
April 24th, 2009 | Posted in T | No Comments
Whoo! [Verse 1:] You wake up. It’s raining and it’s Monday. Looks like one of those rough days. Time’s UP! You’re late again so get out the door. (Get out the door). Sometimes you feel like runnin’. Find a whole new life and you feel like jumpin’. Let go, get up and hit the dance [...]
April 24th, 2009 | Posted in Y | No Comments