Can I get your hand to write on? Just a piece of lead to bite on What am I to fly my kite on? Do you want to flash your light on? Take a look its on
'll never forget the way you look tonight I never will forget the way you look tonight The lady in red, my lady in red My lady in red, my lady in red
One time in London I gone out for a walk Past the place called Hyde Park where people talk About all kinds of different gods they have their point of
sick love song Sick love song, sick love song Sick love song, sick love song Sick love song, sick love song Sick love song, sick love song Sick love
beach that we love its only you and i everyone else is gone ive taken all th pain from you now we togthr can mov on red like a rose and red as the
you any wool yes sir yes sir three bags full one for your sweater and one for your quilt one for your blanket to keep you warm and still cluck cluck red
The song of Solomon The song of everyone Who walks the path Of the solitary heart The soul cries out Hear a woman singing Don't want your bullshit, yeah
are the songs I keep singing These are the songs I keep singing These are the songs I keep singing These are the songs I keep singing These are the songs
's nothing left to say If I'm quiet that's 'cause there's nothing left to say This red moon Yeah, red moon Yeah, red moon Yeah, red moon
Drivin' around, I've got my baby and my top down Merry-go-round, I ride you for my love Throwin' me down in the backseat underground I'm on the mound,
life goes by like the fireflies Where the devil sits with a grin I used to sing with a young man's voice A young man's heart and a young man's choice Hope my song
When everything we felt fails Then some music, soft and distant sails But it don't sound like it did before Then I know I'm left with nothing more Then
Going past golden gate Elementary everyday Kids down colorful hill Recess and fire drill She likes the side without the heat Where the sun don't beat
Some escape some door to open This path seems the blackest, but I guess it's the soonest But there in the clearing I know you'll be wearing Your young
don't like to sing So I picked up my brush Painted blue guitar And I ripped off the chords From 'Bron Y' Aur' So I played her a song But the timing
d think that people would've had enough Of silly love songs I look around and I see It isn't so Some people want to fill the world With silly love songs
the frequency's inbred So cry no tears Show no fears This is the song on your radio This is the picture on your screen This is the song on your radio
