She doesn't care Whether or not he's an island. She doesn't care, Just as long as his ship's coming in. She doesn't care Whether or not he's an island
Well Jolene unlocked the thick, breezeway door, Like she'd done one hundred times before. Jolene smoothed her dark hair in the mirror. She folded the
When she walks She swings her arms, instead of her hips When she talks she moves her mouth, instead of her lips I've waited for her for so long I've
There's a long line of cars And they're trying to get through There's no single explanation There's no central destination But this long line of cars
Jesus wrote a blank check, One I haven't cashed quite yet. I hope I've got a little more time. I hope it's not the end of the line. Yeah, Jesus wrote
I don't want to wonder If this is a blunder I don't want to worry whether We're gonna stay together 'Till we die I don't want to jump in Unless this
I am intrinsically no good I have a heart that's made of wood I am only biding time Only reciting memorized lines And I'm not fit to touch The hem of
I had a match, But she had a lighter, I had a flame, But she had a fire, I was bright, But she was much brighter, I was high, But she was the sky,
It's been a long time, Since I've seen your smiling face. It's been a long time, Since I've seen a su-u-u-u-u-u-unny day. It's been a long time, Since
Launching loony thoughts into the bending of your mind You reach for something high but it's a mountain that you find He's a king dust demon with an
From: An American Werewolf in Paris Soundtrack Written by: Barry White Whatever, whatever, girl I'll do Forever and ever yeah yeah yeah yeah, I'll see
I need your arms around me, I need to feel your touch, I need your understanding, I need your love, So much, You tell me that you love me so, You tell
No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone no phone Ringing stinging Jerking like a nervous bird Rattling up against his cage Calls to
Heads of State who ride and wrangle, Who look at your face from more than one angle, Can cut you from their bloated budgets Like sharpened knives through
To me, coming from you, Friend is a four letter word. End is the only part of the word That I heard. Call me morbid or absurd. But to me, coming from
She's writing, she's writing, She's writing a novel. She's writing, she's weaving, Conceiving a plot. It quickens, it thickens. You can't put it down
When the house was standing You'd never have believed it When the house was standing You'd never have believed The bricks and mortar Have all given way
You'll receive the federal funding, you can add another wing You'll receive the federal funding, you can add another wing Take your colleagues out to