Lyrics:
the sweetest angel, one that I fondly call
My yiddishe momme I need her more then ever now
My yiddishe momme I'd like to kiss that wrinkled brow
I long
'Cause you're asleep at the wheel
Which way do you choose?
'Cause right now I choose you
Do you still think of me fondly?
Do you still think of me?
love you so much, I'm gonna throw up
Watch my stuff, hold this for me please
Try not to sound bitter
Or to fondly remember the dark times
love you so much, I'm gonna throw up
Watch my stuff, hold this for me please
Try not to sound bitter
Or to fondly remember the dark times
be cooked!
Ask me how do I feel
Now that we're fondly caressing,
And if I were a salad,
I know I'd be splashing my dressing!
Or if I were
be cooked!
Ask me how do I feel
Now that we're fondly caressing,
And if I were a salad,
I know I'd be splashing my dressing!
Or if I were
be cooked!
Ask me how do I feel
Now that we're fondly caressing,
And if I were a salad,
I know I'd be splashing my dressing!
Or if I were
be cooked!
Ask me how do I feel
Now that we're fondly caressing,
And if I were a salad,
I know I'd be splashing my dressing!
Or if I were
you're dead
This is well outside the boundaries of acceptable behavior
I will not give you the go ahead
And you will not be remembered fondly
I'm
the sweetest angel, one that I fondly call
My yiddishe momme I need her more then ever now
My yiddishe momme I'd like to kiss that wrinkled brow
I long
the water's cold
She remembers it fondly, she doesn't remember at all
But what she does, she sees clearly
She lost his number, and he never called
But all
recall them quite so fondly
Some Kennedy OD'ed while we watched on MTV
And in the '90s we were wired and well connected
Put it all down on technology
out that we were winning
Fondly clutching our raging piss-ons
We piled up, peeled out, veered off and then we were gone
be cooked!
Ask me how do I feel
Now that we're fondly caressing,
And if I were a salad,
I know I'd be splashing my dressing!
Or if I were
be cooked!
Ask me how do I feel
Now that we're fondly caressing,
And if I were a salad,
I know I'd be splashing my dressing!
Or if I were
The old man sits there and starts
As my heart grows fondly aware
The vagrant is me at an elder age
Shed some of my life for me
There's so
be cooked!
Ask me how do I feel
Now that we're fondly caressing,
And if I were a salad,
I know I'd be splashing my dressing!
Or if I were
be cooked!
Ask me how do I feel
Now that we're fondly caressing,
And if I were a salad,
I know I'd be splashing my dressing!
Or if I were
And I don't recall it all that fondly
So hold steady
It was a blockbuster summer
Moving pictures got us through to September
They made a movie about
be cooked!
Ask me how do I feel
Now that we're fondly caressing,
And if I were a salad,
I know I'd be splashing my dressing!
Or if I were
right
So come with me and we'll go down the line
I'm thinking of you fondly
When I'm on the train
I really hate your poetry
You hate mine the same
to The Princess Rooms
I saw brides and their grooms
I heard the sound of bells ringing
Cinders look back fondly upon a house on fire when across
An ocean we
the hope
That we'll meet down the line
Better off measured
In coffee, and wine
I think on it fondly
Now the truth can be told
Some love is ancient
and sadness have become one
Still I think of you fondly
Hope the world is treating you kindly
And should you ever think of me sometimes
May all the memories
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