When i first saw your vids i didn't know what to make of you i thought you must be weird--IN THE HEAD but as i continued to watch i had a breakthough
: Into the dark is where you're draggin me and into your dark is where I never want to be. I know I'm not alone and I really want to leave. Into the
: When I Got Her Love Here Look What (What) I've Tumbled Upon The Woman That Sees Me (Me) For Me Not What I've Done You Give Me This (This) Bling Ba-
: (Ey) if I could make the wrong turn right Maybe you'll be here tonight So let me know what's on your mind You would care enough to fight Guess I went
: 1st verse: It's like I'm at a candy buffet, gum drops blue pops strawberries and grapes, I know you got the flavor, you all in the mix like a cup
you don't see it now Don't make me guilty Please don't chocolate brown Chocolate brown I can make lot of love I will make it up to you Chocolate brown Chocolate brown
a case for corn flakes and classics "Two teas both with sugar please" In the back of an alley While little Dirt Cowboys turned brown in their saddles
: There's a dusty old gutter he's lying in now He's blind and he's old And there's a bottle that rolls down the road Me I'm young and I'm so wild And
: I can hound you if I need to Sip your brandy from a crystal shoe In the corner, in the corner While the others climb reaching dizzy heights The world
: There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on And just enough time for the night to pass by without warning Away in the distance there's
: Wise men say It looks like rain today It crackled on the speakers And trickled down the sleepy subway trains For heavy eyes could hardly hold us Aching
: I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs And I really need a song boys to stir those workers up And get their wives to sing it with me just
: Is there anything left Maybe steak and eggs Waking up to washing up Making up your bed Lazy days my razor blade Could use a better edge It's enough
: When I think of those East End lights, muggy nights The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs Prima Donna lord you really should have been there
: Snow, cement and ivory young towers Someone called us Babylon Those hungry hunters Tracking down the hours But where were all your shoulders when we
: Moto browniano, particelle di polline, pulviscolo londinese. Un frammento della Sfinge e altro sospesi in acqua... Provo sdegno verso alberi e fogliami
your pitch. Mr Brown & Keith: around the corner Put your barrel there That the place where you'll get rich. Mr Brown: Peas in their pods Never lay odds Mr Brown