Come on inside and i?ll show you your brother He?s got enough money to buy a new father He?s got enough money to bother Somebody else Solder two wires
The soup, the soup, the soup, the soup... The soup was hot and split pea and on the stove And michael and marry and bugsy and buster were occupied The
All the power of my voice can't compare With the power of quiet whisper. Still, it's a choice, and I choose to rage, Instead of ever quietly listening
It started out as a feeling Which then grew into a hope Which then turned into a quiet thought Which then turned into a quiet word And then that word
: A boy on a train with a birthmark on his forehead Listening to language tapes and all he hear is birds Everyone laughs cause he brings his own chair
: You have tamed me Now you must take me How am I supposed to be I don't have my thorns now But I feel them sprouting They'll grow right through if I
: It aint no cover, it aint no style. I shouldn't bother, he's eight miles high. But I adore him, and I implore him, Saying I love him mother, but this
: I met mata hari She was in no hurry The firing squad had their guns in the air My invitation said 'Bring your own shovel' I brought my own shovel B
: Come and open up your folding chair next to me My feet are buried in the sand and there?s a breeze There?s a shadow, you can?t see my eyes And the
: He never ever saw it coming at all He never ever saw it coming at all He never ever saw it coming at all It's al-right, it's al-right, it's al-
business And God is the almighty witness I wish they'd cure the friendly neighbors Of the disease which makes them haters (Thanks to Regina for these
: Come on bartender Won't you be more tender Give me two shots of whiskey And a beer chaser Love will be the death of me Love is so fickle Cause it starts
: It's just like the movies, i eat from the trees If i do not open the curtains then i cannot see All the people run by... My heart eats beats... My
: I could?ve settled down in Paris But the man who came for me Took me by the hand And said it was time to leave Margaret atwood, she could not stop
: My man don't treat me right, Don't kiss me sweet goodnight. Don't buy me flowers to smell, Oh, he's a rotten boy from hell. My man don't treat me
: December starts on Sunday Next Sunday, won't you feel happier then? Turn your room upside down Turn your down upside Rumors have started that you are
blame for playing this game And learning that true love exists Broken and lame And knowing that true love exists The pain, the pain, the pain, oh no That true love exists (Thanks to Regina
: You don?t know but that?s okay You might find me anyway Don?t you know that i Belong arm in arm with you, baby In a town that?s cold and gray We will