Lyrics:
with the bold and the beautiful
Those days are gone
Don't you know those days are gone
And you can never go back
Whoa Whoa Whoa
You can never go
me standing
Alone in a world that's so cold?
Maybe I'm just too demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold
Maybe I'm just like my mother
to hand
Here's to you, red and yellow, black and white
Once the daylight turned to night
We're not as bold as we may seem,
We're looking for the American
Ah, tom is young and tom is bold
Tom is as bold as the knights of old
But whenever he gets in a bit of a jam
There's nothing he won't do to get
between the barley sheaves
The sun came d dazzling thro’ the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever
moonbeam comes peepin' through
You'll get bold
You can't resist him and all you'll say
When you have kissed him is ooh, ooh, ooh
What a little
Meek and the bold,
Ding dong ding dong
Their Christmas song
With joyful ring
All caroling
One seems to hear
Words of good cheer
From everywhere
check this out, listen
Cold killer, bold old gorilla
Bold as a font with the thickness
Old as yellow gold in a Chevrolet with a stick shift
The story
Could I repeat the sweetest story told?
Could I entreat, would it be too bold?
Should I reveal 'xactly how I feel?
Should I confess I love you?
Seek it out and ye shall find
Old, but I'm not that old
Young, but I'm not that bold
And I don't think the world is sold
I'm just doing what we're told
an opp, that's why you told
Just stop you gangster but you
Fold in the mold with the mop
'cause pussy why you actin' bold? yeah
Why you actin' bold?
Ghost
between the barley sheaves
The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever
between the barley sheaves
The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever
can you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold?
Maybe I'm just too demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold
Maybe I'm
got you covered but baby, you're my meat
In the days of old when knights were bold
They were pious and modest I'm told
Can't you see that couldn't be
Bold and bright
We are fireworks - burning shapes
Into the night
His fuel is our frustration
And dreams begin to ache
And all the while we wear
and daughters
And friends assembled there
The young ,the old, the brave, the bold came their duty to fill
At the parish church at Cluney
Just a mile from
And hell was just an ice cube melting off on the ground.
And the bold caught down for to do the hoodoo hoedown
And the bold caught down for to do
Wish I was the man that you thought I was
Waiting to fly up on eagles wings
But truth be told, I'm not that bold at all
I'm more frightened
White
Could I repeat the sweetest story told?
Could I entreat, would it be too bold?
Should I reveal 'xactly how I feel?
Should I confess I love you?
calmed me down
It took a little time
But you calmed me down
Some people never say the words
"I love you"
It's not their style to be so bold
Some
the odds; what are the rules?
Jumped around so quick
At a snicker, at a flinch
Back way against the ropes
In a stupid joke
Time for toast
Time, too bold
innovatin, illustratin, fascinatin'
Motivatin, elevatin, terminatin, mutilatin'
Rhymes they're worth their weight in
Gold, bold, never sold to a bidder
That
beneath his ordinary load
"I'd like to tell my story"
Said one of them so young and bold
"I'd like to tell my story
Before I turn into gold"
But
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