It was not that long ago it first occurred to me That my mother was a person in her own right And now I realize how very lucky I have been And there,
Eric The Gardener Julius Cæsar came, saw, conquered, went away 'Cause it rained here all the time Too many sniffs and colds Got up his Roman nose
The lonely road you choose to travel on, it must seem awfully long Innocence all gone, it must be wrong to hide your lovely face away That music you play
You've got a personality We'll throw you in the sea and watch you drown, dumb it down Your concentration span's too long It's longer than this song, that
I wanna chill, I wanna sit real still I wanna sleep like the dead on a bed of roses Me and my lovely wife we're in the prime of life I wanna feel real
I found a photograph of you and me Drinking sangria somewhere by the sea There's laughter in our eyes and dreams in our hearts Before life waded in and
I'll have a shower And then phone my brother up Within the hour I'll smash another cup Please don't start saying that Or I'll start believing you If
I'm the darkness in the light I'm the leftness in the right I'm the rightness in the wrong I'm the shortness in the long I'm the goodness in the bad I
I know you've tried I know you've cried I know you've died a little inside, but... Baby you could be famous You could see your marble face all around
No matter how I try I just can't get her out of my mind And I when I sleep I visualize her I saw her in the pub I met her later at the nightclub A mutual
Well, we've been going together Since the eighth of November And though it seems like forever I very clearly remember You told me on our first date What
They say that, "You'll hear him if you're really listening" And pray for that feeling of grace But that's what I'm doing, why doesn't he answer? I've
Moons in June I've given up on that stuff Arms have charms but I've no hope of falling in love The rest of life pales in significance I'm looking
There's a young lady called Rosie; She is my West Country girl. I promised her that no matter Where I should go in the world, I'd send a postcard to her
Take me out tonight Where there's music and there's people who are young and alive Driving in your car I never never want to go home, because I haven'
Generation sex respects the rights of girls Who want to take their clothes off As long as we can all watch that's okay And generation sex elects the type
Here comes the flood Rivers of mud, baby Here comes the quake Evacuate while you still can Here comes the fire Our funeral pyre, baby Here comes the flood
Where are you going, with your fetlocks blowing in the wind? I want to shower you with sugar lumps, and ride you over fences Polish your hooves every