I know what you tell yourself, tell yourself I know what you tell yourself, you tell yourself Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, what does it show
[ Ronnie Shannon ] If you want my lovin' If you really do Don't be afraid, just ask me And you know I'm gonna give it to you Oh I do declare (I do
Look out she's coming at ya Big dark eyes like Cleopatra The eyes of a femme fatale Bet you get the ominous feeling A cold blooded creature in the dark
Children go where I send thee How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send thee one by one One for the little, bitty baby Wrapped in swaddling clothing
Well, my heart is sad and I am lonesome For the only one I love When shall we meet? Oh no, never, till we meet in heaven above So bury me underneath
Top of the fold Toast of the town Everyone stops when you come around They hold their breath for you Heroes are born, idols are made We're all fools
I once loved a sailor Once a sailor loved me But he was not a sailor Who sailed on the wide blue sea He sailed in an airship Sailed like a bird on the
I'm not gonna beg you for nothing I'm not gonna beg you for love Straight talk, give me the straight talk Tell me what's on your mind if it ain't love
In a busy street, a man sits down Oblivious to the traffic sounds No chaos, no frenzied shrieking crowd Thank God their silence, walking heads, bent down
( Jeff Buckley / Cover live ) This is our last goodbye I hate to feel the love between us die But it's over Just hear this and then I'll go You gave
As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' Another little baby child is born In the ghetto and his mama cries 'Cause if there's one thing that
One fine day, you'll look at me And then you'll know our love was meant to be One fine day You're gonna want me for your girl The arms I long for will
Saddle up the horses and wear your Sunday best Sing your sacred harp, you be holier than the rest Fill up the room with a grand and thunderous song Let
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Who'll save the poor little girl? Henry Darger Who'll save the poor little girl? Henry Who'll tell the story of her? Henry Darger Who'll tell it to all
It was the 3rd of June, another sleepy dusty Delta day. I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was bailin' hay. And at dinner time we stopped and
Do I have to put the law on you baby For all the wicked things you do? Am I gonna have to put the law on you baby? That was not what I wanted to do Do
Billy Ray was a preacher's son And when his daddy'd visit he'd come along When they gathered ?round and started talking That's when Billy would take me
