Lyrics:
heart, 'tis the season, I guess
Ooh
With your hair so long, lips so red
Ooh
If you're waking up now, in his old bed
Ooh
At his family's house, know
The blues are in the air tonight
Love has gone and passed me by without a warning
I light up another cigarette
The pain hasn't hit me yet but I
and the sky turns red
Clouds of colors cover up our heads
Ain't it something just to lie here in bed
Just me and you
Oh Mary, wrapped up in glory
What are you
counting your blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried
I remember vividly what that vision did to me
You laying with her in our bed
Love can be a tragedy
When you do what you did to me
All I'm seeing now
night or day
But please don't put your life in the hands
Of a rock and roll band
Who'll throw it all away
I'm gonna start a revolution from my bed
Tell me a story then I'll go to bed
Oh worry worry weary ends ma day
Comes the time to go home
Without ma raise in pay
Home by the fire where
the bottle
And put on the top and drink cool H2O
Well, your eyes are baggy and a bloodshot red
It's been a week or two since you've been in bed
You
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
Michaelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
And I'm with you in your bed
Dear Michaelangelo
Save me from death's invitation
I'll
the skin
Face to face
In a dry and waterless place
Walk on by
Walk on through
So sad to besiege your love so head on
Stay this time
Stay tonight in
once said
"One bad seed kills the garden"
"One less temptress
One less dagger to sharpen"
Locked me up in towers
But I'd visit in your dreams
I saw you in your wedding gown
The prettiest dress
I came into your room that night
And made such a mess
In my own way, I lovingly kiss
Let 'em float on by, high into the sky
Just like a red balloon
Monday morning
Shoot up like a rocket
Yeah, the sun is shining
Keep it in my
Tell me a story then I'll go to bed
Oh worry worry weary ends ma day
Comes the time to go home
Without ma raise in pay
Home by the fire where
the tower of Big Ben
The rosy red cheeks of the little children
Mama's old pajamas and your papa's mustache,
Falling out the window sill, frolic in
a beautiful unhappy home.
Planted red sweet heart roses
For you painted our rooms your favorite blue
Now, the colors remain, but our love's not the same
Oh,
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
to your town
Where Barbara she was dwelling
My master sent and he sent for you
If your name is Barbara Allen
T'was in the merry month of May
When all
I remember vividly what that vision did to me
You laying with her in our bed
Love can be a tragedy
When you do what you did to me
All I'm seeing
or telephones.
You had your breakfast in bed before
But you won't have it there any more.
This is the army, Mister Green.
We like the barracks nice
breezin' through town.
Bet his woman's off in bed with ol' Panama Red.
You just don't know when Red's in town,
he keeps well hidden underground.
bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single, I love you
I went to see him just today
Oh, but I didn't see no tears
All dressed up to go
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