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The Horses

Kenny Loggins

Return to Pooh Corner

1994

moonlight in her eye
Coming from under my wing
You were born to fly

That's the way it's gonna be, little darling
We'll go riding on the horses
Way up

made the hard time sing, made the miles go by
We stood with broken wings and still we had the will to fly
It ain't the memories, that make me talk this

Eden's grace

By the hand of might
Gifted atrophic sight
Fooled by the father of lies

This curse is my only fear

Naked bodies
In a garden
Waltzing in

Run to the playing fields
Naked against the game
I'm pant-no-mime
Ain't waiting for overtime
My shirt is off
Pants are down
Hope you're amused
By

And a lot of naked skin

You danced with pimps and transvestites
In Sodom and Gomorra
And your nose was white with snow
Your shining dark brown bedroom eyes

fold..., 
Hello..., im tactical..., 
Loud by day... and bright by night..., lets make some noise..., lets light up da sky..., is he a friend or foe..., i

not no little sparrow
I have no wings neither can I fly
I'll sit right down in my grief and sorrow
And let my troubles pass me by

Come all ye fair

get her tonight

Chorus
Angel spread your wings so open wide
She‘s my little rainbow sweet sunshine

Yeah !

And when your close I wanna pull you near,

'em by the wrist
He does his pulling with his eyes
He does his talking with his fists
Bottle rockets on an August night
Raid the coolers in

Black sun above my ashen flesh and fuming lungs
Frail as your favor
Vulgar
Naked as the earth impure
These twisted limbs can conjure only crudity

Like hello (hello!) you better answer to the press call
I think his story lacked a little bit of glitter if you ask me
Bring back someone whose more

other
Bound to
Ursa, Ursa Minor
Burning like a fire
Small bear light up
Come on little tiger
Burn the desert
Desert in your eye
Burn it brighter
Shed it

callous eyes, hateful and serpentine

The last body left to fall sat upon Perceval
Condemned by the same sun, waiting for the whip to run
Hands like

Down little birdie. Down down little birdie
Down little birdie. Down down little birdie
Tell me everything that you wanna be now
It don't mean

Only for Americans

The Andrews Sisters

Beat Me Daddy, Eight to the Bar

1982

only for
Americans from the U.S.A.

A Montmartre lady drops her hanky
And slyly winks her eye
That's only for the Yankee
The Frenchman wouldn't buy

the ground
He said, Only angels know how to fly

And with a broken wing
She still sings
She keeps an eye on the sky
With a broken wing
She carries her dreams

Last day on earth
Looking through the glass
Watching all the people
Stuck inside their past
Free from your eyes
The lies they disguise
One more

the ground
He said only angels know how to fly
And with a broken wing
She still sings
She keeps an eye over the sky
With a broken wing
She carries her dreams

the ground"
He said, "Only angels know how to fly"

And with a broken wing
She still sings
She keeps an eye on the sky
With a broken wing
She carries her dreams

I let a nigga slide he came
Back and almost shot me
Then he was thinking I was scared
Nah nigga not me they don’t understand I was
Raised by

want to be inside the wings and I want to be the wings
I forgot who we were in the onliness of eye to eye
Claws tucked softly up to rice paper eyes
I

Little black flies
Flying all around the kitchen
Little black flies
Broken wings and bad decisions

Well, here I am and it's another night
It's two am

as the sky

When you're troubled by the storm
And your wings are tired and torn
You need someone to keep you warm and dry
Come and rest your weary eyes
I will

at her crib
Naked
Bumpin' slow tunes by Freddie Jackson
My whole body sore from all the vigorous action
I'm trapped in this fatal attraction
I dozed off