Lyrics:
prefer to look into your beautiful face
What a waste
And the stars continue to fly by
I don't have one desire to understand why
I don't try
Slow,
Here I lie in my hospital bed
Tell me, sister Morphine, when are you coming round again?
Oh, I don't think I can wait that long
Oh, you see that
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
stayin' with me?
Amsterdam, I skipped the red district
She love my dawg, but he bad business
I could've been in the bed with you
I decided to hang with
lying in bed tonight
He was gonna be your Romeo, you were going to be his Juliet
These days you don't wait on Romeos you just wait on that welfare
slow motion
Standing there in my party dress
In red lipstick
With no one to impress
And they're all laughing
As I'm looking around the room
But
a stand
Mortgage people you crawl to your homes
Your security lies in your bed of white foam
You act concerned but then why turn away
When a lady was
then
And some were sweet, and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just laid around in bed
Some had crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it
she's up and left me and I'm walking down the line
Dusty autumn, winds began to blow.
All dressed up in red velvet in her high heel shoes so fine
afraid of the dark
So I light a candle to replace your heart
What I wouldn`t give to have you here in my bed
To kiss me red
Kiss me rouge
Kiss me
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
He made his way to the border
In the shadow under the trees
Down by a stream in a hollow
Turn your head feel the breeze
And the red Queen was
(words & music by joy byers)
I'll send you red roses by the dozen
I'll call you sweet little things like turtle dove
I'll whisper pretty things in
echoes at my window pane
Santa Claus is here again it's a very merry Christmas
Hang your stocking and jump in bed close your eyes and cover up your head
today
I'll die for him tomorrow
They buried her in the old churchyard
They buried him in the choir
And from his grave grew a red red rose
From her
Books by the blameless and by the dead
King in yellow, queen in red
All praise
He's found the awful truth, Balthazar
He's found the saucer news
Don't bother telling me what I got coming in the morning
I already know
I got some feelgood pills and a red Gatorade by my bed
Ready to go
I'm gonna
tonight when I reached out for you
You close your eyes and call me by his name
I think it's time I let you know the way I feel
Something's gotta change
I'm twistin' around your finger
When you leave your perfume lingers
I want you
I want you
The clock tick-tocks as I lay in my bed
It's visions
something stupid like, "I love you"
I can see it in your eyes
That you despise the same old lies
You heard the night before
And though it's just a line
Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', coon dog in the back
Truck bed loaded down with beer and a cold one in my lap
Earnhart sticker behind
And I can still see it all (in my head)
Back and forth from New York (sneakin' in your bed)
I once believed love would be (burnin' red)
But it's golden
the sea of red
There are stories to be told
As the years go by
All the memories unfold
Bow your head
In fields of wonder where those swallows soar
done, nothing to be said
Just had to lay back down on this broken bed
Drive on slowly, drive on by
One red rose in the candlelight
You could call
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