(Chorus). . I said M - I double S a' mhhm. I, double P - I. I'd love to cross over, pretty mama. But the water's way too high. . You see, it rained all night.
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream. Make him the cutest that I've ever seen. Give him two lips like roses and clover. Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.
You're mean to me. Why must you be mean to me. Dear, honey, it seems to me. You like to see me cryin'. . I don't know why I stay home each night. When you say you'll phone, you don't.
Forever my darling I'll love only you. And I will be faithful, too. Now and for always of my whole life through. That is my promise, my promise to you..
When the kisses get so long that you can't catch your breath. And the huggin' gets so strong that it's gotcha scared to death. Most people get married (married).
CHORUS. Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it gives me a thrill. To wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird's trill. Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee. There's peace and goodwill.
I can't recall my mother, I don't remember dad. Mister and Mississippi was all I ever had. . Oh, I was born to wander, I was born to roam. And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home.
Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss. Wave mama from the train a goodbye. Throw mama from the train a kiss a kiss. And don't cry, my baby, don't cry.
Mujer que te peinas mientras la mañana. en cada ventana se asoma sin sol. De frente al espejo de tu habitacin. contemplando el reflejo con desilusin. teniendo la extraa sensacin de tristeza.
Nancy Wilson, If I Had My Way. . I should have listened more and listened well. I should have been your shelter in the rain. I should have touched you more.
I'm going to take you to. My special place. It's a place that you. Like no one else I know. Might appreciate. I don't go there with anyone--but. You're a special case.
Words and music by Isham Jones and Gene Willaden (1942). So here's to you. May your dreams come true. May old father time. Never be unkind. And through the years.
When morning comes to Morgantown. The merchants roll their awnings down. The milktrucks make their morning rounds. In morning, Morgantown. . We'll rise up early, with the sun.
It takes cheerful resignation. Heart and humility. That's all it takes. A cheerful person told me. Nobody's harder on me than me. How could they be. And, nobody's harder on you than you.
Michael wakes you up with sweets. He takes you up streets and the rain comes down. Sidewalk markets locked up tight. And umbrellas bright on a grey background.
Marcie in a coat of flowers. Steps inside a candy store. Reds are sweet and greens are sour. Still no letter at her door. So she'll wash her flower curtains.
No demands. Just pleasurable sensations. Hand in hand. No far reaching plans. No, no-hand in hand. Well I keep on trying to understand. Daylight bright.
when I was a kid I thought my daddy was the Marlboro man. he would pick me up in his chevy truck to spend Friday nights with him. he was cool and quiet like Clint Eastwood.
I'm so surprised my head's still wrapping 'round what you confessed. You could have knocked me down, your words threw fists. On your way out you blew a kiss.