Lyrics:
no name
Not the girl you'd remember but she's still something special
If you knew her I am sure you'd agree
'Cause I know she's got a little
you got me working boss man, working around the clock
One little drink of water but you won't let Tommy stop
Big boss man, can't you hear me when I
its alright
you want it all night
but i gotta go
sweet little country girl
sweet little brown eyed girl
she loves me in the morning,
she love
see her shy and sweet
With a bunch of wine-red roses
And the wild waves at her feet
Oh fare thee well, my little dark eyed queen
Fare thee well, my
at myself
And wonder if that's really me on the shelf
And each day I learn just a little bit more
I don't know why but I do know what for
If we're all going
jumpin', keep your heart muscle pumpin'
Hillel be jumpin' on that little baby frumpkin say what, you got a pumpkin in your pants?
When you're just
Sittin', drinkin', sinkin', drinkin'
Wonderin' what I'd do when I'm through tonight
Smokin', mopin', maybe just hopin'
Some little girl will
was.
Thanks for the memory
Of Schubert's Serenade,
Little things of jade
And traffic jams
And anagrams
And bills we never paid,
How lovely it
there's an apprehensive, naked, little trembling boy
With his head in his hands
And there's an underestimated and impatient little girl
Raising her hand
A little piece of something
Falling gently down down down
No one understands you like I do
I'd rather be beside you
Everything we know so well
Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can't you understand?
Oh, my
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
Thanks for the memory
Of Schubert's Serenade
Little things of jade
And traffic jams
And anagrams
And bills we never paid
How lovely it was
We who
Ooh, my little hungry one, hungry one
Open up a package of my bologna
Ooh, I think the toast is done, the toast is done
Top it with a little of my
rac-es, all re-lig-ions, that's A-mer-i-ca to me.
The place I work in, the work-er at my side
The lit-tle town or cit-y where my peo-ple lived and died
There's a choir outside of my house singin' Silent Night
For any little thing that's gone wrong Christmas makes it right
The children are singing
figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little bit weak?
When you open it to speak, are you smart?
Don't change a hair for me,
Not if you care for
a little girl who couldn't wait
Love and only love will endure
Hate is everything you think it is
Love and only love will break it down
Love and only love,
was.
Thanks for the memory
Of Schubert's Serenade,
Little things of jade
And traffic jams
And anagrams
And bills we never paid,
How lovely it
Hush little baby, don't say a word
Pappa's gonna buy you a mockingbird
If that mockingbird don't sing
Pappa's gonna buy you a diamond ring
If that
with my old 44
Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world
Mama and Papa, little sister makes 3
Mama and Papa, little sister makes 3
They're comin' in
can't I get an answer?
All you do is give a sigh
And beat around the bush
Can it be that you're too shy
To give yourself a little old push?
Can you
I left my heart in San Francisco.
High on a hill it calls to me
to be where little cable cars
climb halfway to the stars!
The morning fog may
a little bit of dirt and a little bit of gravel
Don't you weigh me down cause you know I gotta travel
I'm a gonna kneel at the feet of Jesus in the morning
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