Lyrics:
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
Writers: Leo Sayer & David Courtney
When I came home this morning
I got your letter and what it said
I didn`t understand
You told me it was
She walks in the cold dark hour before the morning
The hour when wounded night begins to bleed
Stands at the back of the patient queue
The silent
marry the old grey man,
But marry a young man, my leo, even though he lives but a year,
Or you'll still be without a daughter or son above you,
Crying in
Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray;
Wander in my words, dream about the pictures
That I play of changes.
Green
Lady in grey stood by the river
Feeding the ducks with the crusts she had found
On the ground
Clatter-winged pigeons falling
Down from the rainy
of London Town.
There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
Though it has a Latin name, in town
In the morning mist by the waning moon
through the woods she set on foot
With a sacred blade cut the berries down
Dug up the dreaded mandrake root
Like david with his stone
Knocked goliath of his throne
There's nothing i can't do
Cause i believe in you
And this world of stress, obstacles
to go
By the way, I came to tell you
My hair's turned grey, and I think I grew
I'm afraid of lying in my room
I stay awake and it sees the truth
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our breakup
How 'bout david crosby? I mean...
He's so in, you know, i...
No, I never...
He's...he just knows...
I mean, he almost cut his hair but he didn't
No,
for puttin' us on? You would if you could
In my zone, they leave me alone, I'm good in the 'Wood
Grey Poupon, it's in the cologne, my foot on your
waits for the darkness to shine
Why do I cry when the tears never dry
Why do I drown when I look through your eyes
Love is the morning that succeeds
to the spiritual stream of the vacant
Shot from the mind of the physical, leaving flesh behind
Rejected by the holy gate
I will not be directed!
The course
coming
It took me by surprise again.
And I hear you're in San Francisco
Living with your sister who's a mother to be.
And her husband's way down in
Every morning at the dawn dust is in the air
Karen rises early, runs brushes through her hair
Then she buys the paper, I lay on my back
Then she
And cortez flies up to make one fatale hit
And Charlie kicks his big bad gray in the gully
He slowly peels off ten big bills
And I say Charlie old buddy I know
hands
Of loyalty, of history in shades of grey
I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our breakup
Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray;
Wander in my words, dream about the pictures
That I play of changes.
Green
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our breakup
Written by: david henman, james henman,
Ritchie henman and myles goodwyn
I just dropped in to see how my woman was
I wish to spend some time with
real rich
Soon you'll be real rich
Good morning students
This is an announcement from your principle, David
There is a new dress code in order
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