Lyrics:
you wear
But please make sure, baby, you've got some colors in there
Now it's all very well stepping out in black and white
But you're no girlfriend
you wear
But please make sure baby, you've got some colours in there
Now it's all very well stepping out in black and white
But you're no girlfriend
you wear
But please make sure, baby, you've got some colors in there
Now it's all very well stepping out in black and white
But you're no girlfriend
through
I only got as far, as the back seat of my car
It's all very well to cry now
Yes it's all very well to lie now
Now I'm wasting my time, clutching
Glory
Glory
Glory
Glory
If I speak
With the tongues of angels and men, that's all very well
But I'm not either
So why the talk of hell
And the lie
turn to tragic bore
Receipts and life insurance all very well, but don't fully cover hate
So you can't return this idiot when he's past his sell-by
buy it in bottles and
I know you may find it with prayer
I know it all so very well
Until I get there then
I'll be looking for the sense
You can
and life insurance all very well, but don't fully cover hate
So you can't return this idiot when he's past his sell-by date
Milk will curdle, cheese go off,
go very well, not very well (not very well at all)
I wish I could ask like it wasn't that big a deal
But it wouldn't go down very well, not very well
in there
Now it’s all very well steppin'
Out in black and white
But you’re no girlfriend of mine
If you’re doin' that right
Now I don’t care what you
That's all very well What're we gonna do about him?
Later on, when it's dark, we'll take him to some secret place and bury him
Well, of course,
You're on the move
Think your bullet proof
But I see the real you
Oooo you're such a fool
And it's all very well now
You want me around
But I still
Well, I remember it all very well, lookin' back
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a one room, rundown shack
On the outskirts of New
But don't get me wrong
She's a piece of gold between all of you shits
She knows very well all big rock and roll hits
She makes love, what a nonsense
I remember it all very well lookin' back
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a one-room, run-down shack
On the outskirts of New
to my love farewell
We're all marching around very well
Oh, my love, you know I love you
Nothing on this earth that I love like I love you
Over
She said Fancy was my name
She said Fancy was my name
She said Fancy was my name
She said Fancy was my name
I remember it all very well
I remember it all very well lookin' back
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a one-room, run-down shack
On the outskirts of New
will
And handsomely
And dear old friend
Now that we are clear, old friend
That's all very well but till you're gone
You'll wait upon my boss' whim
I remember it all very well lookin' back
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a one-room, run down shack
On the outskirts of New
to realize
When I listen to so many lies
Well I guess it's no surprise
I've got bags under my eyes
Makin' money is all very well
But if you end up like
commanded in Bangkok!
These modern productions are all very well
But there's nothing to equal from what I hear tell
That moment of mystery when I made
I remember it all very well lookin' back
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a one-room, run down shack
On the outskirts of New
Whatever you desire
Whatever you say
Anything
Anything at all!
Very well bring me the broomstick of
The Witch of the West
Except maybe that
Bring me
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