while i'm here, smile just for a while oh sweet lies yours of many mouths i don't wanna die don't really wanna cry oh... yeah well... songbirds and roosters
after more than 700 years of ungrateful love we conscious to(come) reunited against the growling winds i know... i know she'll be here again i know all
if i could love you sunday mornings then everyday would be ok... if i could kiss you when you bore me then i would want to fade away... if i could
here we are like a cone in the snow and we're going in time morning comes and i feel there's a way yet i don't really know but it is you that i love
lady love, are you sad today, come and sway with me over here sorry sunlight jaded forever, I dont like it cold in the summer no need for the wasteland
within the delicate purity of love i find the wild gardens of swoon i've slowly become a love comforter all our fears... sorry world did you find love
House of roosters Rock rooster Heading your way Rock rooster Come out and play Rock rooster Come on up Rock rooster Don?t you ever stop Bone crunching
now people Little red rooster on the prowl If you're about to see my little red rooster Please drive him home If you're about to see my little red rooster
Chestnuts are roasting on an open fire Jack frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, jack frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir and folks dressed up like eskimos. Everybody
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like eskimos Everybody
go Coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock I said, coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock Ain't never seen a rooster do such
Written by: Mel Torme & Robert Wells Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks
Hold up, yeah Ooh, ooh! Somebody done told you wrong Who you're gonna off like that Hot, too hot, too hot, too motherfuckin' hot Like motherfuckin' tool
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