Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours?. Why do the neighbors chatter all day, behind their doors?. I know a way to prove what they say is quite untrue..
A country dance was being held in a garden. I felt a bump and heard an "Oh, beg your pardon". Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams. All around a pug-nosed dream.
Ooh yeah yeah. I've never lost my mind. Trying to figure out a way. To make you understand. I cant go on another day. . Maybe I was wrong. Been confused to let it stray.
Put your hand in the hand of the man. Who stilled the water. Put your hand in the hand of the man. Who calmed the sea. Take a look at yourself. And you can look at others differently.
Talk to her please Mister Sun, speak to her Mister Rainbow. And take her under your branches, Mister Tree!. Whisper to her, Mister Wind, sing to her Mister Robin.
Come and join me in a prayer,. In a humble prayer for peace.. One voice may be weak,. But together we'll be heard . . .. . Let us gather 'round and pray,.
Alone from night to night you'll find me. Too weak to break the chains that bind me. I need no shackles to remind me. I'm just a prisoner of love. . For one command I stand and wait now.
Play me a hurtin' tune. I want to an old time hurtin' tune. Make me sigh, make me cry. Make me want to lay down an' die!. . Oh! Play me a hurtin' tune.
Someone lights up my heart like the sun,. And that someone is you, please believe me!. You're my starlight when daytime is done. My darling, please darling, believe me!.
The melody was played "pianissimo". The harmony was so very sweet. I can't remember the name of that song. But I do remember dancing in your arms. . And then a voice came through "pianissimo".
Pigtails and freckles, braces on your teeth. Who would have thought you would turn out so beautiful?. Awkward and bashful, scared right from the start.
Papa loves mambo. Mama loves mambo. Look at 'em sway with it, gettin' so gay with it. Shoutin' Olé with it, wow!. . Papa loves mambo (papa loves mambo).
Oh, Patricia, my darlin', Patricia. I can see all my dreams in your eyes. Your smile is as gay as a bright summer day. You're much fairer than Erin's blue skies.
A long time ago, a million years BC. The best things in life were absolutely free. But no one appreciated a sky that was always blue. And no one congratulated a moon that was always new.
Pa-paya mama, pearl of the deep blue sea. Tell your pa pa-paya. You're comin' home with me . . . yip!. . My sweet pa-paya mamma wears a bamboo skirt. She dances barefoot an' her feet don't hurt.
You pretty thing. Let me buy you a wedding ring. Let me hear the choir sing. Oh, you pretty thing. . You pretty thing. Let me walk you down the aisle.
Baby I know, you hear a lot of talk. About the bad times ahead. That I'm the wrong kind of man. What you need is a doctor or a lawyer instead. . Well I know that I'm not made of money.
Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love. Pale moon is casting shadows from above. Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat. Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage beat.
I have finally found the way to live. Just like I never did before. And I know I don't have much to give. But I can open any door. . Everybody knows the secret.
People get ready. There's a train a-coming. You don't need no baggage. You just get on board. All you need is faith. To hear the diesels humming. Don't need no ticket.