you where he's been Have you made it where you want to be Moon river Have you made it where you want to be Have you made it where you want to be
a sparkle in his eye Warm and cuddled in a burlap sack Step on the crack and your going to break your mother's back Chorus Have you made it where you
comes from you God It's like wine and grapes You're omnipresent You protrude beyond time and space You're holy You're set apart like mom's china plates You're showy You
to one so Condemned as I? Do you know of my most wicked crime?' [Lilith:] 'I'm known as Lilith, your father's first bride Like you I'm cursed to dwell
even find a lovely bride Call on Dolly! [Fade out] [Dolly:] I have always been a woman who arranges things, for the pleasure--and the profit--it derives. I have
have to cry a little bit, 'cause to tell you the truth, I'm gonna love you and that's it. 'Cause I love you baby, love you baby, love you baby,
made of stone You can talk but still say nothing You stay together but alone Or is it right to hold you And kiss your lips goodnight They say the promise is forever If you sign it
on earth you are Wishing you'd return on every fallin' star Now you won't cross that river anymore." And the Powder River Queen is the last face I have
liked you when I first saw you, when I first caught you The first conversation was making my blood boil you So now you gonna just spoil it in joy cause boy... you You
great god below me, my future you have read Euphoria found it's grave with the love you gave all magic died with my dreams of an Autumn bride now
my life, please give me birth Oh mother of pain, please let me go For you must reap what you have sown Oh mother, my mother yes I know The name of my bride
die, This will be the day that I die; Did you write the Book of Love, And do you have faith in God above, If the Bible tells you so, Do you believe in
standing at four corners To have and to hold Now my love, you stand beside me To walk life's winding road And I owe it all to you For taking the chance You
joke while he cleans your glass And says thatk you friend Grab a cup of sugar from your neighbor Honor roll made the morning paper Cut it out again Sweet
not only my soul, it's my mind No exaggeration, it's creating music all the time If you could find wires that could connect to me You would hear music made
have you for his bride Marie-Claire, it's no good la vie d'une danseuse Tous les yeux, they're on you, I can't stand Don't you know that you are my amoureuse
I die This'll be the day that I die Did you write the Book of Love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so Do you believe in rock
