m still trying to find It's so hard not to worry Cause I can see in you and me One little mystery Somewhere in history Something that used to be One little mystery
still trying to find It's so hard not to worry Cause I can see in you and me One little mystery Somewhere in history Something that used to be One little mystery
whole lotta time I don't mind [FADE] I tell her the things she can't repeat Makes her little heart just skip a beat She blush a little bit And then
crazed lunatic with a gun who just happened to work in the same block in the library book depository where the president would go for a little friday stroll shots fired
. there Is / the train on which I came. On the platform are my old shoes. Station master rings his bell. Whistles blow and flags wave. A little of what
She don't, don't, she don't I tell her the things she can't repeat Makes her little heart just skip a beat She blush a little bit and then I find She
Lost His Spectacles This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles. Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. Sitting on a fence one
whole lotta time I don't mind [FADE] I tell her the things she can't repeat Makes her little heart just skip a beat She blush a little bit And then I