My love, she speaks like silence. Without ideals or violence. She doesn't have to say she's faithful. But she's true, like ice, or fire. . People carry roses.
The festival was over the boys were all plannin' for a fall. The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall. The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down.
Once upon a time, you dressed so fine. Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?. People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall". You thought they were all kiddin' you.
Once upon a time you dressed so fine. You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?. People call, said, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall". You thought they were all kiddin' you.