never ever give up I know we've had our problems in the past And we've both said things we regret One thing is for sure, I'll never regret becoming your
glove Pure in word and Pure in deed Sunday morning Lovely blue sky There's a corpse stretched On the Strand Who's the man cruisin' The corner? Well, it's
lock your doors, and call the law Because Macheath's back in town Oh, the poor shark, Yes, the sweet shark, It has big teeth Buried deep. Then there's
lose you We are going to stay married In this house like a Louisiana graveyard Where nothing stays buried On Southwood Plantation Road Where the dead will walk again Put on their Sunday best
We are going to stay married. In this house like a Louisiana graveyard, Where nothing stays buried. On Southwood Plantation Road, Where the dead will walk again. Put on their Sunday best
