Lyrics:
lean closer
Don't you wanna go, don't you wanna go, don't you wanna go
We'll go out and we're gonna find it
In our own little corner of the world
Our
like to know what's goin' on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don't pop my cork for every man I see
Hey big spender,
Spend a little
like to know what's goin' on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don't pop my cork for every man I see
Hey big spender,
Spend a little
it from the back and front
And let's do it, do it, do it, uh-huh
I'm a little bit of country
I'm a little bit of rock and roll
And I'm soul to soul
little kisses that are due me
I love the winter weather
Because I've got my love to keep me warm
I love the winter weather
So the two of us can get
Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with bad intent
Snots running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey, Aqualung
ever be the one you chose
Out of the thousand invitations you received
Ah, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Before you go to sleep
Say a little prayer
Every day in every way, it's getting better and better
give in to despair
Or shall we dance with never a care
Life is short, we're growing older
Don't you be an also-ran
You better dance little lady
on the weekend
Love on the weekend
I'm looking for a little love
I'm looking for a little love, oh yeah
Love on the weekend
Love on the weekend
Love
I remember every little thing
You used to do
I'm so lonely
Every road I walk along
I walk along with you
No wonder I am lonely
The sky is
hands...
A driving winds happenstance...
Off the track in the mud...
That's the moss in the aforementioned verse...
...miraculous...and a little
Every little kiss you give to me I'll store in my memory chest
Even all the tears I shed will be there along with your warm caress
Oh darling,
I've been up and and down the highway
And I've seen what a man can do
To some little girl along the byway
That's why I sing this song to you
If
pawned my ring, my gold watch and chain
Lemme tell you I'm not proud of myself
I got just a, just a little bit of shame
Nobody knows, nobody knows
There's a story told of a little Japanese
Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees
Miss Butterfly's her name
A sweet little innocent child
Monroe and walking on Snow White
New York's a go-go, and everything tastes right
Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh
Keep her comin'
The Jean Genie lives
Time will tell, time will tell
Time alone will tell
When I was just a little boy only six years old
I asked my daddy what big things my future
It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place
Except you and me
So set 'em' up Joe, I got a little story
You oughta know
We're drinking my
Winding stream
Moon shining down on some little town
And with each beam, the same old dream
And every stop that we made
Oh, I thought about you
little Joe, just as though
You had me on your knee
A million baby kisses I'm gonna deliver
The minute that you sing that Swanee River
Rock-a-bye
the corner and get a fifth
Everybody in my car's gonna take a little nip
Move on out, oozin' and cruisin' along
Here we go, here we go
Step in my
Add a little sugar, honeysuckle
And a great big expression of happiness
Boy, you couldn't miss
With a dozen roses
Such will astound you
The joy
a shootin' match
They don't call me Elmer, they call me Satch
Yippie yi yo kayah
Yippie yi yo kayah
Get along little horsy
Get along little horsy
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