When you said you'd marry me. I thought you meant you'd wanted too. Then I thought you'd like to. Maybe on a Tuesday. All the dead are coming. I heard they'll be dressing.
I got me some horses. To ride on, to ride on. They say that your demons. Can't go there. So I got me some horses. To ride on, to ride on. As long as your army.
Met them in a hotel. Met them in a hotel. Beneath ground. Tell me that he's missing. Tell me this is one for. Lollipop Gestapo. . You were wild, where are you now?.
Hoochie Woman. Hoochie Woman. Hoochie Woman. Hoochie Woman. . I wasn't thinking. My head was in the book. His hands were on her everywhere. I saw his face I dropped my coffee.
Oh give me a home. Where the buffalos roam. And the deer and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard. A discouraging word. And skies are not cloudy all day.
Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming. From tender stem hath sprung!. Of Jesse's lineage coming. By ancient sibyls sung. . A rose doth bear a flower. All in the cold midwinter.
No one's picking up the phone. Guess it's me and me. And this little masochist. She's ready to confess. All the things. That I never thought that she could feel.
In my head I found you there. And running around and following me. But you don't dare. But I find that I have now more than I ever wanted to. . So maybe Thomas Jefferson wasn't born.
No one's picking up the phone. Guess it's me and me. And this little masochist. She's ready to confess. All the things. That I never thought that she could feel.
I'll show you how it's done. You'll smile through the pain. Sweetly singing. Over the plain. . Gloria, Gloria. In Excelsis Deo. . They'll show us how it's done.
And if I die today I'll be the happy phantom. And I'll go chasing the nuns out in the yard. And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on.