Never in my wildest days did I think I'd find someone like you. I like your style, you're swift, you're agile,. Everything about ya stays true. . You stood before the sun.
Nine times of ten, she's right and I am wrong,. When I won't give in she just goes along. Standing by my side, sitting home alone. I'll never know what keeps her hanging on.
Walked with no one and talked with no one. And I had nothing but shadows. Then one morning you passed. And I brightened at last. Now I greet the day and complete the day.
Each place I go only the lonely go. Some little small cafe. The songs I know only the lonely know. Each melody recalls a love that used to be. The dreams I dream only the lonely dream.
No . . . not the Roosevelt's, not the Truman's,. not the Eisenhower's no, this is not that kind of show!. Not the Kennedy's, no not the Kennedy's,. just a family of four, so it couldn't be the Kennedy's.
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.
Adeste fidelis. Laeti triumphantes. Venite, venite in Bethlehem. . Natum videte regem angelorum. Venite adoremus. Venite adoremus. Venite adoremus Dominum..
You're a one eyed cat, and I know just where you go. Out the back with those deadbeat pals you know. I bet ya's out hanging there by the light of the moon.
one for my love, one for my gun. and one who'll bring out that heavy part of me. one because I am alone. . one for my love, one who'll bring me joy. and one who'll bring out that heavy part of me.
Somewhere over the rainbow way up high. There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.
Oh my Nola. Same old song and dance. Don't let her catch you with a care. She won't let you down. If you give yourself a chance. Oh won't you let me take you there.
O little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by. . Yet in they dark streets shineth.
O holy night the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of the dear savior's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pinning. Till he appeared and the soul felt it's worth.
I've got this beautiful lover who's got a special friend. that I can only talk to when we're alone in bed. This friend gets so excited when deliclitly (sic) rubbed.
[Music: O'Donnell, Lyrics: Yurkiewicz]. . While driving through Northern Pennsylvania on a cold December day. He became enraged by the amount of deer hunters "at play".
Here's another story. To unfold made of secrets left untold a young girl. Who said yes to the night found. Herself at the "hotel sunrise". "Room number twenty-five, please".
In the clear. June lighting of a. Sunday morning she lies. . A soundless dream. Blows into her sleeping head. . The way she. Drops from her chaos. And slides to his smiling.
Once upon a time. A girl with moonlight in her eyes. Put her hand in mine. And said she loved me so. . But that was once upon a time. And oh, so long ago.