Well I passed you by this morning. You were stumblin' down the street. And by the look upon your face. I could tell you wasn't. Feeling too sweet -. .
Precious little angel. Take a look at what you've done. Well I thought my time was over. But it's only just begun. Precious little angel. You're my own sweet turtle dove.
Underneath this canopy of snow. Where fifty-seven winters. Took their toll. Where did you go?. . And I believed in you. I believed in you. Like Elvis Presley singing psalms on a Sunday.
Born in 1938, a good year for the Reich. She could not participate, she didn't have the right. For she was fatherless in the fatherland. . Now it's 1966, Andrew's up to all his tricks.
I was born in Dublin town. Where there was not too much going on down. For girls whose only hope. Was not to find a man who could piss in a pot. So early I heard my first guitar.
Sure hate to see you looking so sad. Delicate man it needn't be that bad. You sit with me and I will listen. You'll feel much better when you open. . You said all you wanted was a good time.
My sun is set, and my day is done. When I turn to the east I can see no dawn. But iron horse come, buffalo gone. Like blades of grass they cut us all down.
Walk up the driveway endlessly curving. Go through the front door, it's so inviting. Baronial great hall once so exciting. Haunted by shadows faces in hiding.
When the heat is on you rant and rave. Your poison pen your shotgun slave. You realize life's not the same. Your tortured sighs they fall like rain. .
Marilyn says I got nothing to wear tonight. Only a pair of diamond earrings that catch the light. Platinum blonde, is it true that you have more fun. Siberia, now I'm sad and all alone.
Marilyn says I got nothing to wear tonight. Only a pair of diamond earrings that catch the light. Platinum blonde, is it true that you have more fun. Siberia, now I'm sad and all alone.
Your brother was a friend of mine. Nobody but a live wire, can I sing it out?. Can I say it loud? Still looking for that old fire. Tracing the fall of my angel.
Underneath this canopy of snow. Where fifty-seven winters took their toll. Where did you go?. And I believed in you. I believed in you like Elvis Presley.
I was lost until you came. Tell you what was needed soon. Precious little angel. Take a look, what you've done. . But, I was lost until you came. . Precious little angel.