Some people are into the power of power The absolute corrupting power, that makes great men insane While some people find their refreshment in action
A son who is cursed with a harridan mother Or a weak simpering father at best Is raised to play out the timeless classical motives Of filial love and
You keep your jealousy and your snide remarks to yourself You know that I'm not seeing anybody else You just keep your ear down to the ground Yell your
Love is here, here to stay Love is here, here to stay It gets proven every day Love is here, here to stay They both love Chinese food, he hates to dress
When I was a young boy in Brooklyn Going to public school During recess in the concrete playground They lined us up by twos In alphabetical order, Reagan
She calls on the phone She says she doesn't want to be alone She says it's making her neurotic But please don't mistake it for being erotic So alone,
Smiles, I was taught never to smile I was told the stylish smiles of buffoonery And chicanery and larceny abound My mom said, "Unless someone sticks
Teach the gifted children Teach them to have mercy Teach them about sunsets Teach them about moon rise Teach them about anger The sin that comes with
Remember your manners Will you please take your hat off Your mother is dying Listen to her cough We were always standing on ceremony We were always standing
Some like wine and some like hops But what I really love is my scotch It's the power, the power of positive drinking Some people ruin their drinks with
Waking, he stared raptly at her face On his lips, her smell, her taste Black hair framing her perfect face With her wonderful mind and her incredible
1,2,3 Yall gon' do this for time to time, so let me tell you she like this: ( Verse) Shes so pretty but her walks so mean The hottest little numbers
When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be And in my hour of darkness She is standing right in
Rosetta Sweet Loretta Fat She thought she was a cleaner But she was a frying pan The picker, picture the fingers Ok Jo Jo was a man who thought he was
The long and winding road That leads to your door Will never disappear I've seen that road before It always leads me here Lead me to you door The wild
Baby, what we gon' do? I need you to talk to me, c'mon Suddenly, I feel the need to pull you close to me But I don't know, if it's what you want, baby
My box is full And my mouth is full And my life is full And now my memory's full In how many ways and words Can you say nothing Millions of ways and words
Tu sentada en una silla yo de pie con expresion de lord tu desnuda y con sombrilla yo vestido pero con calor. Tu con unas y con dientes mirandome
