I've got nothing on my mind, nothing to remember Nothing to forget, I've got nothing to regret But I'm all tied up on the inside No one knows quite what
The grave that they dug him had flowers Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors And the brown earth bleached white At the edge of his gravestone
What can this be, can you tell me? Would you like to discover Why we're not free to be lovers? I've been wanting to ask you Where has all the love gone
Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch
I can be your cherry pie And you can be my cream on top, come on! I can be your cherry pie And you can be my cream on top It?s like cherry pie, you
the chain Let us be the friends we were Nothing more, nothing less Many thrive on frugal fare Who would perish of excess Promises like pie-crust Promises like pie
Denyse LePage) (Chorus 1) Cutie pie, tell me why You're my little sweetie pie Yes, I am (Chorus 2) Cutie pie, not so shy Can you be my sweetie pie Yes
Pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu Qui tollis peccata mundi Dona eis requiem, dona eis requiem Pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu Qui tollis
don't belong Someday, someday, someday I move left, you move right I'm like a blind man on a motorbike You say potato but I say pie Tell me why? Tell
sweetie pie... sweetie pie bet no one ever called you that standing there disheveled in your tattered coat and cowboy hat put your arms around me say
pie Livin' hard, riding high Feelin' every minute Like the Fourth of July Go for broke, do or die American as apple pie It's American as apple pie
Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy Makes your eyes light up Your tummy say "Howdy." Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy I never get enough of that wonderful stuff Shoo Fly Pie
Rhubarb Pie Rhubarb Pie It might rain tomorrow Better get some before I die Rhubarb Pie Rhubarb Pie It might rain tomorrow Better get some before
how I try, my love I cannot hide 'Cause sugar pie, honey bunch You know that I'm weak for you Can't help myself I love you and nobody else Sugar pie
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I got a message on my phone Some chick from Rolling Stone said "We'd like to do an interview And take a few pictures of you" Well, my label says I'm
We should leave this old town Take the highway past the riverside And when the dust settles down We'll be rollin' 'cross The Great Divide Annabelle,