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When my left eye go to jumpin' Oh, I don't know which way to go When my left eye go to jumpin' And my flush begun to crawl 'Cause I know it's some
Era extrano aquel hombre, o por tal lo tomaron, porque besaba todo lo que hallaba a su paso. Besaba a las personas, al perro, al mobiliario y mordia
Vagando por las calles, mirando la gente pasar,(la gente pasar) el extrano del pelo largo sin preocupaciones va. Hay fuego en su mirada y un poco de
They found Mary Bellows cuffed to the bed With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head O poor Mary Bellows She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up
John Stewart/George Yanok (Spoken) I remember when I rode into town that morning in December of forty-eight. Oh, bitter cold. I had on my parka, my sheepskin
Soon it will be the phase of the moon When people tune in Every girl knows about the punctual blues But who's to know the power behind our moves? A day
Woo Hoo A baby?s born The father?s gone Can?t live with what he?s done You know now mama?s torn She can?t afford To raise her son You know the ills
It's strange, I know, but that's the way it goes Leaving you this way, I'm sorry to say That my love has faded, faded away It happened while you were
I want to tell 'bout my lover And I want to tell you 'bout my best friend Compared to all the others, he's a little bit different A friend saw him on
He was nervous and excited when he walked in She poured him a drink and they discussed the price of sin She had unbuttoned just two buttons And put her
Waking up the lights are on, lights
Go down No more arms Kissed, kills Frozen, still I get stuck I get stuck, I can't stop Dancing the dance of the moth Smiling politely As we push through
Hey hey hey What the fucks the problem? hey What the fucks the problem? Hey hey hey What the fucks the problem? hey What the fucks your problem? Hey
Oh, this is a story 'bout a guy named Al and he lived in the sewer with his hamster pal. But the sanitation workers really didn't approve, So he packed
GIVE ME YOUR EYES THAT I MIGHT SEE THE BLIND MAN KISSING MY HANDS THE SUN IS HUMMING MY HEAD TURNS TO DUST AS HE PLAYS ON HIS KNEES AS HE PLAYS ON
Rather be strange, rather be ugly Rather be not quite right then part of the lovely Rather be plain, pushed aside and lonely Than to be carried by all