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Written by bob welch.


Just a fine and safe harbour
In to talk with a flow

(this can't be right, can it? )
Written by bob welch.


You don't know what she means to me
She's a heart that beats close to me
And gettin' back to the way I feel
Her honest word
Written by bob welch.


Well I'm a born enchanter
That's what the ladies see
Yes I'm a born enchanter
Down in the city of dreams
Lord do right by me
Written by bob welch.


Gonna stay out of new york
There's something there that drives me crazy
Gonna stay out of new york
There's something there
Written by bob welch.


Don't think your dreams are sane
They're taking over your life
I stuck to you but I found out
That you was the crazy kind
Now
Written by Bob Welch.


Goin' in a straight line all night
Finally come to that house on the right
Parked out in the front is somebody's Benz
She's
Written by bob welch.


For a little peace in any season
I'd give up anything but your love
I don't want to trade, tryin' to be happy
That's only
Written by bob welch.


Now the wind
That's blowing out of the southwest
Is telling me, boy you better beware
Here she comes, and they call her
Written by bob welch.


Don't let waters of caution remove you
Don't let the fire of saints compel you
Don't let the lack of their spirit blind your
Written by bob welch.


I guess you've heard about the bermuda triangle
There's something going on
Nobody seems to know just what it is
Written by bob welch.


Go on, you know you're only one
Set me free
You take me up and turn around
But let me in
Take this shadow from my eyes
Written by bob welch.


Two different glasses are filled with champagne
What is the meaning of this ?
Cause all of that atmosphere painfully made
Has
Written by bob welch.


I did a thing last night
You know those future games
I turned off all the lights
Oh, the future came
You were by my side
Will
have taken my appetite

I have a bird to whistle
And I have a bird to sing
I have a bird to whistle
And I have a bird to sing
I got a woman that
?SOMEBODY HELP ME?
Recorded by Gene Vincent on Capitol Records 1958
 Song written in 1957 by Bob Kelly BMI

I've got a bone to pick with this
could not deliver
And the cry of the birds sends a terrible shiver
Through me and my sorrowful wife
Who is shifting the furniture around
Who is
Walkin' To Missouri
Sammy Kaye
Peaked at # 11 in 1952
Words and music by Bob Merrill, 1952
Poor little robin walkin', walkin', WALKIN'
MTV with Kurt Lod'
With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks
Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle
You the type of n****s puffin in
MTV with Kurt Lod'
With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks
Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle
You the type of niggas puffin in
but she'll gone be allright 

Cause I'm falling through later on tonight 

Now looka here  before we go 

We gotta stop by seafood galore 

Two
know  mantis legends? 

How it was it all started? 

It was fighting off this blackbird 

Although it was only a tenth of the bird's size 

it
And my nigga Crizzee baby, and my nigga Digi baby
Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi
Or ShaCrizzee baby,
Just like we had ffffeared, the mates we had have all disappeared
Nicky, Flip, Paul, Fat Bob and Ted, they all done a bunk & all got wed
OUT WITH
Santa Claus this year
Well I heard he got a job
And he's changing me to Bob
You can shave in the lobby of a Cadillac Hotel
They gave him unemployment
bitch about face
And then I gotta split
Sorry baby, sour grapes
She wine, baby don't leave
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave
Everybody tripping, but I