Lyrics:
Walkin' down the lonely street,
I need someone to meet.
I run across sweet lookin' you,
Do you know what you do?
Oh, you tear the top right off
will have him talkin' sweet
Can't taste the difference
They all burn the same
But I love the way it makes him wanna stay up late
And talk about forever
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
I'm a Latin from Manhattan
You can tell by my Mañana
I'm a Latin from Manhattan
And not Havana
Though I does the rhumba for yas
And I call myself
this time
A few old friends stop by to talk
And we talk about the crops and weather and things
And the young folks here in Kingston Springs
I got
lost in action (don't pass me by)
I want to get your love all ready (come love with me)
For the sweet sensation, instant radiation
You let me hold you
Hey baby
I've got some talk for you
You'll find sweet thing with a good look
As I've got some talk for
Hey baby
You're just the type to bring
The way you walk - it drives me mad
Now, the way you talk - it makes me glad
Love that woman - yes, you're everything to me
Whoa, 'cause you're
minutes to change history
Like a gambler who throws in
A bad hand at cards
The twin towers they give in to their fate
They fall one by one, floor by floor
the common
Just to watch them talk
Take Philip Schuyler, the man is loaded
Uh-oh, but little does he know that his daughters, Peggy, Angelica, Eliza
Sneak
love to you
That's the time I feel like making dreams come true
Oh baby
When you talk to me, when you're moanin' sweet and low
When you touch my hand
ooh
Gardenia talk ooh ooh ooh
Are you just some sweet stranger?
I only met you on the bus to springtime
Now I’m struck by a fantasy
If there’s
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
salvation
From the salivating demarcation
Of Columbian incarnation
Of the patron saint of palliation
Her milk framed and rose satin
Untamed by the silk
but we got the world in our hands
On this sweet little street that's heading straight for the sand
It starts on Manhattan Beach Boulevard
Oh you know
there
In the sweet by and by we
Shall live and never die
One of these days I'm goin', goin' there
Heaven, Heaven, so much talk about Heaven
On the radio,
Except a scene or two erased by sweet red wine
And I see a truck stop sign ahead, so I change lanes
I need a cup of coffee and a couple dollars change
It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink
my sweet thang is out tomocattin' around
He finds a sandbox like this to play
I want to tell all you barroom roses
If my sweet thang does happen by
When she finds that I'm not there
And if she catches her sweet thing a running around
I know there'll be the debit to pay
She'll come blowin' like
you're here in old New York
You'll get by alrighty if you let 'em hear you talk
All the city slickers love that southern drawl
So give 'em that "Honey
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
You walked by me
Whisperin' you love me
When I tried to hold you tight
You pulled away
But you wanted me to stay
Instead you ran away
Baby, talk
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