Lyric | Song |
Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC, didn't get to bed last night | |
You put the boom-boom into my heart. You send my soul sky high when your lovin' starts | |
Well I don't know why I came here tonight, I got the feelin' that somethin' ain't right | |
His palms are sweaty. Knees weak, arms are heavy. There's vomit on his sweater already - Mom's spaghetti | |
How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man | |
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me; I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed | |
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise playin' in the street, gonna be a big man some day | |
What you gon' do with all that junk? All that junk inside your trunk | |
Someday, when I'm awfully low, when the world is cold, I will feel a glow | |
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray | |
I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan | |
Man it's a hot one. Like seven inches from the midday sun | |
I saw her today at the reception, A glass of wine in her hand | |
She doesn't own a dress, her hair is always a mess, you catch her stealin' she won't confess, she's beautiful | |
Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl, with yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there | |
Once upon a time, once when you were mine I remember skies reflected in your eyes | |
She's into superstitions black cats and voodoo dolls | |
Would you know my name If I saw you in heaven will it be the same, if I saw you in heaven | |
Saying 'I love you', is not the words I want to hear from you | |
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