Lyrics:
rules and regulations that we share
And the quaint and curious costumes that we're called upon to wear
Now al joined up to do his part defending you
A plastic doll with a fresh coat of paint
Who's gonna sit through the madness
And always acts so quaint
Said yeah yeah yeah
With your new friend
You're
What you need is a plastic doll
With a fresh coat of paint
Who's gonna sit through the madness
And always act so quaint
Oh yeah yeah yeah
With
slurp into the barrels
My little home will be quaint as an old parasol
And instead of carpets I'll have money wall to wall
I want an old fashioned
In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call the Gypsy
She can look in your future and drive away all your cares
Everything will come right if you
Peter Cook's jokes, bad dope, check shirts, lousy groups
Point their fingers at America
Down pokey quaint streets in Cambridge
Cycles our distant
in a band?
I don't quite understand
That's so quaint to hear
I feel so faint my dear
Doing nothing, sitting around
Sacred trickster in another
huh
What's it like to be a girl in a band?
I don't quite understand
That's so quaint to hear
I feel so faint my dear
Doing nothing, sitting
want to ride on the shotgun side
Don't want to be a quaint observer on this super sonic ride
Double down split the aces to the races
I feel lucky
we've all got our own rooms
I'm about to burn mine down
'Cause I miss you somethin' fierce
In this quaint New England town
I read the texts you
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned, I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain upon a window pane
Hey Jack, take back
All those lines you're trippin'
That's not who I am
It ain't that quaint
You're composure's slippin'
Right into my
on your only bones
100 years and then your grave is not your own
We lie in out beds, and our graves
Unable to save ourselves from
The quaint tragedies
It's a quaint, old mystical city
Where legends and idols have stood
It's a place, where dreams come to harbor
A country boy's Hollywood
But it's
the old world is terminally quaint.
And tomorrow’s gonna be a better day,
No matter what the siren voices say
Tomorrow’s gonna be a better day,
We’re
tired of faces and quaint old places
Baby if you won't be there with me
Back on the boat again farewell to France
So long East Germany, you haven't
If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air
Quaint little villages here and there
(You're sure) you're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
(Old
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry
state
Buy a house on a hill with a dock on a lake
And hide away
Well, can't you hear it now? Bluebirds are singin'
Some little quaint downtown
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry
at the arrivals gate
I got me a white bread sandwich with some shredded lettuce
And then I got me a ringside view for my quaint little fetish
I just wanna drain my
Like the smell of sweet perfume
I was sleeping like a baby
I'm not a savior
I'm not a saint
I'm not an angel
I'm not that quaint
Don't need
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