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Sheena Easton Video EP (Sheena Easton) · Sheena Easton's Greatest Hits [10 Best Series] (Sheena Easton) · The Most of Sheena Easton (Sheena Easton) · The Best of Sheena Easton [EMI 2008] (Sheena Easton) · Best of Sheena Easton [Disky] (Sheena Easton) · The Best of Sheena Easton [EMI] (Sheena Easton) · Sheena Easton (Sheena Easton) · Dust to Dust (Prime Minister Pete Nice & Daddy Rich) · Dust to Dust (Dust to Dust) · Dust to Dust (Prime Minister Pete Nice) – and 90 other albums »


to the precinct
Inside tough guys are feminine like sheena easton
Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies
Thrown off the building like the fall guy
Caved in the grave
got no guns, you off to the precinct 
Inside tough guys are feminine like sheena easton 
Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies 
Thrown off
side
That's dark like hell, or safe from light
Just blown apart, by wind from stars
With white dust tides, to pull on ours

The moon you've felt, it
means comes too soon
In a valley lit by the moon
We left a little dust on his Persian rug
We gathered up our clothes got the washing done
In a long
and the sun goes down
We find a little spot on the edge of town
Twist off, sip a little, pass it around
Dance in the dust turn the radio up
And that
a dream come true 
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair 
And put a starlight in your eyes so blue 

That is why all the girls in town 
Follow you,
by one by

Tap tap tap birds that sing
Telephone calls that do not ring
One two three what's the time?
Who's that hanging off my line?

I know
Well, I put down my bush
And I took off my pants and felt free
The breeze blowin' up me and up the canyon
Far as I could see
It's night now and the moon
Blacked out Duramax
Speakers bout to bust
Moon light bright
Sh-shinin' off the dust
Seat leaned back
Ridin' way jacked up
Yeah, I love this way
Day by day.
The moon gains on me.
Day by day.
The moon gains on me.

Purchased pair of flabby wings.
I took to doing some HOVERING.
Here is
There's peanut dust and corn husk drifting through the air tonight
The marching band's warming up under the football lights
There's tractor
Only tell me that you still want me here
When you wander off out there
To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow
In that dry white ocean
Lovers in the long grass
Look above them
Only they can see
Where the clouds are going
Only to discover
Dust and sunlight
Ever make the sky so
tide play?
The cold is come and now the love throwing everybody off
Sleep just doesn't taste the same
I'll be waiting till we're side by side once again
jagged their whores.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
As they please us to rip them off like porks!
Tryggvasons battles, the ancient Belgian war.
To salute the moon of our paradise lost and you're a spectator
Stringent, inch by sacred inch shoveling colon in my earthworm soul
Borough up through the dirt
true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair
And put a starlight in your eyes so blue

That is why all the girls in town follow you, all around
Over hills and out of sight
In the blazing sun by day 
And the hanging moon by night
And I wind up in a place 
Where I never have to count
And I
Holding it together with barely any motion
Like so many motes of dust
My dreams keep stirring in me
But all I see are
Rivers of violence
Running
Hanging low a big embrace of Aztec moon
You throwing down a glow on this fluorescent tune
And cooling off and phasing out of chlorine bed
Shadows
us
Let's slip off to a sand dune, real soon
And kick up a little dust
Come on, Cactus is our friend
He'll point out the way
Come on, till the evening
Shining just for us
Let's slip off to a sand dune real soon
Kick up a little dust

Come on the cactus is our friend
He'll point out the way
Come
mountains
'N the sun dropped down, 'n the moon ran off,

His heels 'n elbows pale as chalk
'N all the comets collided 'n blew t' dust
For fear they'd be
Step out into the Indian dust
I can feel the cracks in my spirit
They're starting to bust

Drive by your house, nobody's home
I'm trying to tell
of futures that would prevent
Gripped by the midnight hands

The line's crossed over
The dawn grows closer
Let's bite off too much
Let's jump with a blind