little black girl in a red dress on a hothight with a broken shoe little black girl you shoulde never left home theres probly someone thats still waitin
a pretty blue gun no that ain't no cherry bomb 4th of july's all done get some fool playin' that second line from the barrel of a pretty blue gun.
heart out every nite and I die a little more on each st. valentine day remember that I promised I would write you... these blue valentines blue valentines blue valentines
eddie graces buick got 4 bullet holes in the side charley delislesittin' at the top of an avacado tree mrs storml stab you with a steak knife if you
night one straw in a rootbeer a compact with a cracked mirror and a bottle of evening in paris perfume whats this sad tune he told her to wait by the
romeo is bleeding but not so as you'd notice he's over on 18hh street as usual lookin' so hard against the hood of his car and puttin' out a cigarette
a husband he don't play the trombone and I need to borrow money to pay this lawyer and Charley, hey I'll be eligible for parole come valentines day.
well i come in on a night train with an arm full of box cars on the wings of a magpie cross a hooligan night and i busted up a chifforobe way out by
ass poison all the water in the wishin' well and hang all them scarecrows from a sycamore tree burn down all those honeymoons put em in a pillow case and wait
She wore red shoes by the news-stand As the rain splashed the nickel Spilled like chablis along the midway There's a little blue jay In a red dress,
Romeo is bleeding, not so as you'd notice He's over on 18th street as usual Lookin' so hard against the hood of his car Puttin' out a cigarette in his
There's a place for us Somewhere a place for us Peace and quiet and open air Wait for us Somewhere There's a time for us Someday a time for us Time together
pretty blue gun No, that ain't no cherry bomb 4th of July's all done That some fool playin' that second line From the barrel of a pretty blue gun
Eddie graces buick got 4 bullet holes in the side Charlie De lisle sittin' at the top of an avocado tree Mrs Storm'll stab you with a steak knife if you
Little black girl, red dress Hot night with a broken shoe Little black girl, you shoulda never left home There's probably someone still waitin' up for
gonna die just a little more on each St. Valentine's day Don't you remember, I promised I would write you these blue valentines Blue valentines, blue valentines
one straw in a rootbeer a compact with a cracked mirror and a bottle of evening in paris perfume whats this sad tune he told her to wait by the magazines
: little black girl in a red dress on a hothight with a broken shoe little black girl you shoulde never left home theres probly someone thats still waitin
