That smile on your face as you awake Oh, it just makes my heart ache Let's lie all day here in the dark And watch "barefoot in the park" And
Waiting watching the clock Breathing like I'm gonna stop Knowing this doors gonna knock And there you'll be And I pick you up In my car Take you away
I wanted to tell you If you don't make it out I wanted to show you Here's your ticket out Been here forever Because I've been around Said leave for nothing
Feedback screams on a twisted riff I've got more than I could spare The perfumed dream of a midnight shift With the tongue hangin' loose Where can I
On the green grass And a blue sky Peace and sunshine Peace and sunshine Soon, Soon I'm going bye ? ? ? Now I just want ? ? ? city Lookin' for the park
I'm goin' out walkin', walking down through the park I'm gonna walk in the moonlight, till the night gets dark I'm goin' out walkin', along the old avenue
[[Dot]] George, Why is it you always get to sit in the shade While I have to stand in the sun Hello, George There is someone in this dress A trickle
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Walking In The Park With Eloise is an instrumental song that Paul wrote for his Father. There are no lyrics to this song.
Wrap around the white pavement feels so inviting So lie back and gain bruises with me It's been a long time since I've seen you from above And you're
You go for a walk in the park 'cause you don't need anything Your hand that you sometimes hold doesn't do anything The face that you see in the door isn
CAPO 5 I bet you think it's over The misery is gone Turn your back and promise Days in the park The hours that we wasted Reading our lines Ribbons that
C'e una casa nel parco che e in fondo al mio cuore ed e la che faremo all'amore. C'e un arancio sul ramo che sfiora il mio letto entra luce da un buco
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When the noisy town Lets its windows down, Little slaves are free at night; Then we'll soon retreet ]From the busy street, Till the crowds are out of
"Let's dance!" [Ghostface Killah:] Walked up Dr. Jay's, five niggas with K's Son, they feelin' ya waves, it's like mayonaisse Old people love you, corns
Feedback screams on a twisted riff I've got more than I could spare The perfumed dream of a midnight shift With my tongue hanging loose Where can I park