Lyrics:
10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20
In the time it takes a handkerchief to fall to the ground
One of our lives will be over
Brocade
stress o
cgbada no be brocade Omo
So make you calm down
If ikebe no Dey corporate Omo
Then better change your style
Tell them to let me
Enjoy my
Her love is a promise woven from a fine brocade
Would that I could fall asleep
While resting on the pillow that she made
Every now and then I feel
You love me
Yes, you do
A blue and white kimono
With golden brocade
Two people were living
So happily, it is said
And today also
In the land
down your feign brocade,
let me lick the venom from your tongue.
a hedonist, a succubus.
your desolate bloodwhite tap crawls up the spine.
crawls up
to enhance your floor
For the pleasures of love
Darling, choose anything you please
Rich brocade, or woven tapestries
In exchange, I plead on my knees
For
It would help to cry
This is a popular, dusty-rose velvet Miss Morgan
Or how about a satin brocade
Guaranteed not to fade
Or maybe you'd prefer
And I'll buy you a priceless jewel,
And cloth of brocade and crewel,
And I'll love you for life if you will
Sing for me."
Than one day as the lark sang
brocade,
A prince who tells a country maid: "I love you".
Now where this whimsy comes from, I don't know;
For when it comes it's just about to go.
atlantis, atlantis
You remember atlantis
Donovan, the guy with the brocade coat
Used to sing to you about atlantis
You loved it, you were so involved then
go I'll go alone
Where can I find you to tell you the truth
I'll raise a flag of white satin brocade
Why feel down?
Oh, muskets aimed right
can I find you to tell you the truth
I'll raise a flag of white satin brocade
Why feel down
Muskets aimed right at my head
I closed my eyes there in
Do you remember when men wore skirts? So hip!
In kipper ties like jealous flirts, so hip!
In calico and in brocade shirts, so hip it hurts!
Do
At the edge of consciousness
Where the lines they start to fade
Where the spirit goes undressed
Of all malice and brocade
At the edges, silvery
An abandoned road, in a blurred brocade
Collage, is that a road motel?
I can't really tell, is that what you
Might call some kind of a vacancy lodge
Cause
of sequin, gold and brocade
He kneels and kisses the beast
Fearing the least
Knowing death will not find him
But maybe one day he will face
The horns
I'm just a painted flower on silk brocade
Left in the sun I will slowly fade
Fade to nothing like I'd never been made
Like I'd never been made
you love me
A model worker
I'll willingly be
I need a holiday, I've not been well
Take me to the Brocade River Hotel
And I just want to know
and the violet brocades
And I keep me in a vacant lot
In the ivy and forget-me-nots
Hoping you will come and untangle me one of these days
Come and find
is born
Her blow brocades like high rolled dice
Her exposing one eighty when I look into her snake eyes
I'm not afraid of dying
Pieces of me die all
throw it up the wall behind
Ignore the shouts, protests and whines
It trickles down the green brocade
Seeing things they don't (know we've planned)
popcorn-threaded musical brocade
Parrot-flowers and trupial - butterflies
floating turtles varicolored
Turquoise mirrors are scattered down
The city is painted in
A spool of sunlight
Brocade of flowers
On the street and in my eyes
You weave beside me
Embossed reflection
Of the clouds, trees, and the sky
and rain
No child stayed with you to play
To make of you a sweet nose gay
Did no young man choose you for his maid?
Tie you in her hair with lace brocade
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