Lyrics:
rag-time saint.
The young folks called him beautiful, the old folks called him quaint.
And the station-master pointed to the sign
And they busted him for
hand
It's quite quaint here, with a tiny view
Wish I could get on the telephone and talk to you
It's not better, this spinnin' mind
The bullets
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned, I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain upon a window pane
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry
monument is quaint but touching.
As I was rovin' out one evening, a quaint old bar I chanced to see
I went inside to quench my thirst when a RiRa barman spoke to me
I see you've got
gang so high,
we trippin n trippin always on mode flight
..so high,gang gang so high.
Verse - Quaint
U get a minute to win it..first impressions are
Still breathing sickness from above
Tears shed solely for the sake of saints
Blood by the blade and bullet quaint
When ya come home, my dear, I'll be
Roughneck or a saint
Who am I
Who am I
Criminal or quaint
Who am I
Who am I
Madhouse or paradise
Where am I
Where am I
Jailhouse or somewhere nice
spoke about the
Sound of crystal
Fabric rustle
Buses large and small and quaint
Could you call this a date?
My eyeballs had gone blind
I took a risk by
to acquaintances
How quaint it is
To only see your best friends marriage
Through the filters that Snapchat's carrying
Oh you care again
Tell me how you're faring
they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry song that
so quaint
Wondering who the hell I am
I've become a Madonna fan
Like the 80'S
But it's not the 80'S
It least they had that Hardcore
Can't say
'Tis the appropriate season to recount the tale
Of a quaint polar workshop that was too big to ummmm, fail
Some warned it was likely the boom was
Unseen, unfelt
What a quaint coincidence
Leaving the night behind
Into daylight they ride
Guarding their homeland with pride
And we escaped from their
it's hard to find
A stable thing that I won't make a mess
What can I say, it's just the process
I went through some old chat-logs this quaint night
(Rather die)
Adrift in these clouds
(In these clouds)
It's always the same
(All the same)
This quaint little exercise
(Exercise)
Is slowly killing my
silhouette stained
Pained
And she's beautiful right?
But her beauty is a little quaint
And it's because she's confused
Battling heart issues
Been dumped
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