Between Marx and marzipan in the dictionary there was Mary. Between the Deep Blue Sea and the Devil that was me. If ever anyone could help me with my obsession with.
I'll never forget the first day I met her. That September morning was clear and fresh. The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes. And the way she rubbed herself.
My friend said she could see no way ahead. And I was probably better off without you. She said to face up to the fact that you weren't coming back. And she could make me happy like you used to.
Fear of a daughter runs high. In the mind of the father-to-be. For something is growing inside. But we don't talk about it, do we?. . In the long empty passionless night.
Sometimes when you lose your way to me. I think you don't care at all. If you don't get here soon. I'll tear the clock down from the wall. Your family and friends don't understand.
I woke up this morning. To find that we have outlived the myth of trust. You woke up this morning. To the fact we've lost the things. We took for granted between us.
If you're lonely, I will call. If you're poorly, I will send poetry. . I love you. I am the milkman of human kindness. I will leave an extra pint. . meaning.
I understand you needing. And wanting is no crime. But I can't help feeling. That you and your mother are just wasting your time. . Choosing Saturdays in Summer.
Here we areseeking out the reds. Trying to keep the communists in order. Just remember when youâ??re sleeping in your beds. Theyâ??re only two days drive from the texas border.
When he drops you off, I will not say. Who was that who so quickly drove away. The things you've done and the places you've been. When I open the door for you.
Saw some guy on the TV yesterday. He's selling poison by the ton. "How can you do such a thing?" a woman asked. And he replied, "Well, the secret is to hook 'em young.
Stand up all victims of oppression. For the tyrants fear your might. Don't cling so hard to your possessions. For you have nothing if you have no rights.
Father mows the lawn and Mother peels the potatoes. Grandma lays the table alone. And adjusts a photograph of the unknown soldier. In this Holy of Holies, the Home.
Father mows the lawn and Mother peels the potatoes. Grandma lays the table alone. And adjusts a photograph of the unknown soldier. In this Holy of Holies, the Home.
I wish that I could remember the first moment that we met. If only I could remember that sweet moment when we met. If I knew then that I. Would spend the rest of my life with you.
At night the baby brotherhood and the inter city crew. Fill their pockets up with calling cards. And paint their faces red white and blue. Then they go out seeking different colored faces.
The busy girl buys beauty. The pretty girl buys style. And the simple girl buys. What she's told to buy. And sees her world. Through the brightly lit eyes.
Strange as it may seem, I once had my football dreams. But I was always the last one, the last to get chosen. When my classmates picked their teams. I guess that was the way it stayed in every game I played.
Well, the fields belong to the farmers. And the forests belong to the king. These days our pleasures are all behind fences. We have to pay for everything.
You thatcherites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear. You thatcherites by name lend an ear. You thatcherites by name, your faults i will proclaim,. Your doctrines i must blame, you will hear, you will hear.