Lyrics:
back to the things you used to say
Didn't they put you on a pedestal
When first you met?
Sure was some honeymoon
Ain't it hard to forget
You could buy me diamonds
You could buy me pearls
Take me on a cruise around the world
Baby you know I'm worth it
Dinner lit by candles
Run my
for true love's first kiss
I'm a doll on a music box that's wound by a key
Yearning yearning
I'm just a doll on a music box
Spininging around
Poet and musician sing the same old tune
To the sweethearts that come and go
Let your intuition aided by the moon
Tell you little things the poet
Poet and musician sing the same old tune
To the sweethearts that come and go
Let your intuition aided by the moon
Tell you little things the poet
song
Had your airplane bottles from your purse out
Had a country mile smile every first down
Last thing on my mind was the football
Watchin' you,
We oughta be ashamed
We oughta be ashamed
We use and abuse such a wonderful name
See the blooming of the flowers
When the spring first appears
Without a word to say you passed me by
You didn't give an eye
My darling won't you tell me why
You're acting strange toward me
Why have you changed
brown.
I prefer boysenberry
More than any ordinary jam.
I'm a "Citizens for Boysenberry Jam" fan.
Ah, South California.
If I become a first
There's something that rules our destiny
Right from the first day of our birth
although you may not care for me
You have your mission on this
For the first time in forever
I could be noticed by someone
And I know it is totally crazy
To dream I'd find romance
But for the first time in
When the king wants to conquer a place
first the people erase
other than finding no one
he gets alone and shouts out for a battle
this is a story
for the first time
Seem to be happenin' again
And so it seems that we have met before
And laughed before, and loved before
But who knows where
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
I was the first one fuckin' that bitch
I was the first one hittin' that shit
I was
You gentlemen who think you have a mission
To purge us of the seven deadly sins
Should first sort out the basic food position
Then start your
goldmine comes up empty
I'll be there to work the claim
If you're a captain of a shipwreck
I'll be first mate to your shame
Trust in me to share your
gotta do?
What a man gotta do?
To be totally locked up by you
What a man gotta say?
What a man gotta pray?
To be your last "Goodnight" and your first
Yeah, this one's for the workers who toil night and day
By hand and by brain to earn your pay
Who for centuries long past for no more than your
goldmine comes up empty
I'll be there to work the claim
If you're a captain of a shipwreck
I'll be first mate to your shame
Trust in me to share your
me go first, go 'head)
Alright, let Alwatta go by herself
Okay, then we gon' take turns
Alright
Strawberry shortcake, cream on top
Tell me
Gives me hope when I can't believe
That for the first time
I feel loved
I have a brother
When I'm a brother in need
I spend my whole time running
Once to every deer there comes a deer
And from that first moment it's very clear that
The balance of nature goes on
Forever and ever with true love
One night I wandered by a stream
And you were standing in the moon mist
I thought at first you were a dream
Until you smiled there in the moon
Sweet Indian maiden, since first I met you,
I can't forget you, Cherokee sweetheart.
Child of the prairie, your love keeps calling,
My heart
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