un residence Je habiter la A la south of France Voulez vous Partir with me? And come and rester la With me in France But BEA's on strike There's no
and lay off I think that's what she said It's a hard life Hope that baby, baby, it's a sin Never be a loser 'cause the losers never win It's a hard
, she's telling you lies She said she'd given me up for dead She spent the days and the nights in bed Screaming blue murder, it was murder she said Your wife, she's
to me, don't you lie to me Because it makes me mad and I get shook up as a man can be Well, there's two kinds of people that I just can't stand That's
dum dum dum My heart is numb If I was a doo doo doo I'd divide the force in two And tried to let go for you If I was a doo doo doo doo Hamlet's ghost
't wanna stay Do yourself a favor Don't fly today You got yourself together It's your Red Letter Day Do yourself a favor Don't fly today There's danger
enough Can't, can't, can't, can't, can't get enough Can't get enough of that stuff Can't get enough, get enough of that stuff Ooh, that's tough You
You are my life, you are my life Pretty woman Visions in my mind And I love you, woman, love you, woman Lady love, ooh, lady love You are my dream, you
around her ankles The tiny, tiny feet were bare Bells on her fingers and toes Music in the air She crossed the floor Like a shadow on a summer's night
Your love just cuts me like a knife You're the funkiest thing that ever came in my life Your love just cuts me like a knife, but that's alright The funkiest
Mom Mama, mama, mama, mama Mama, mama, mama, mama Mama, mama, mama, mama Mama, mama, mama, mama Babe, babe, babe, babe Babe, babe, babe, babe Babe,
It's just an image She's not the girl that she used to be It's just an image She made a break with reality Seventeen, movie queen Silver screen, now
and the dishes in the sink The clothes need washing and the washer's broken down The lawn needs cutting and the gardener's quit in And the cats having kittens and the dog's
was the man of your mother?s dreams. In the summer of ?87 your brother went to heaven. He drowned down in the quarry. At least that was your parent?s
It?s off to work for you my love with a kiss good good-bye. I?ve packed you lunch. Watch you drive down the street. Making sure you really leave. Then
rings could never take my savior?s love. When your forty hours this week are through, and there?s no one to drive you home. And June?s skies are clear
Dove in a tree above David and me. ?Just Point and squeeze,? I am whispering. Watch her spin towards the ground. Crimson! But I?ve only hit her wing
you if this trigger doesn?t stick you are through. Far greater men have gone quite insane waiting for the day they die with little hope and little life, so it?s
