have lost the my faith in first impressions. I've lost my faith in you. I can't remember when I stopped writing in cursive but i knew it had something
This time I realize You're looking this way with your real eyes You're the beat that can't stop The peak of my plot The deep in my thought The time on
I've been to just about a million places Sunny skies everywhere and in between It's just to know I'm right here with you It's the most beautiful thing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Wipe down the combination to your heart Lost spinning round and round to watch it come apart I know the things you say and what
Welcome to my dreamiest nightmare When you're so close but you never get there There's still some things you need to say to me Because my love, you're
I've been getting so caught up In the way I was brought up The things I do, the things I take I've been trying and trying Just to watch all these lions
The wind felt like a frail storm With the chimes Still singing the summer's born Say goodbye to the rest of the rain We ran until there was no daylight
Every step that I want to take I'm told to hurry up and wait And every time that I miss a break It's just my luck, it's just my luck As I hold hands
Your gentleman caller, Well, he's been calling on another He loves his forbidden fruit. And as it dribbles down his chin He cries, "baby, I've been drinking
congratulations you're a real major-leauger now the word around looks like you finally made it, boy is that your nest was too cozy mama must be so, so
The days are spent chatting amongst the workers of how cold it is outside, not to mention their greatest fears like finding their children neglected
Please hang my raincoat I guess that I'll stay a while While I wait on the return It seems the distance you've made Has since lost its meaning Meanwhile
After the movies In the parking lot We stared so long And you kissed me With ripe young breath So I kissed you One night as forever In the movies
Who's your school friend? He left you some messages He'd love to see you again thinks your ideas are brilliant and and since you've been going out
I want the rich boy... I want the rich boy But the rich boy, he doesn't want me... I like the pretty girls... I like the pretty girls But the pretty girls
better make(make!), make(make!), make it sting You're gonna' break(break!), break(break!), break a leg When you get on stage And they scream your name "Oh, cursive
For twenty years I've held this pulpit Preached the word, served the Eucharist Gained the trust of the townsfolk Made every football game, never missed
Jeannie's Been throwing up all morning Poor girl's been so heartsick Ever since her boyfriend went to war Father Cole's Done his best to console the
