walking around the moon On the stardust path Leaving all the limits The wind embraces me While slowly rocking me to sleep Tells me in a soft voice A
It was a May full moon We parked the car And I sang you a song I wrote on my guitar Oh I have kissed Many times since then But that first one is special
I wake up to them rapping tunes every afternoon, I'll be home soon I see the board sometime after june. met a couple of convicts, that's way beyond sick
do we drink in a sinkin' ship? How do we float on a sinkin' boat? So how do we rock when the rock gets rollin?? Give me a float and keep the moon light
she'd just as soon Try, try, try Man shot to the moon I bought a paperback and want to go real soon I'm shot to the moon Been there a half an hour,
, even the losers get lucky sometime Even the losers keep a little bit of pride They get lucky sometime Baby, even the losers get lucky sometime Even the losers keep a
at me across the room Emerging from a silk cocoon Along beneath Venetian chandeliers Against the moon her body rocks Her eyes were cunning like a fox
a fly on the wall All I want to do Is go fly a kite Or take a hike And try and keep myself From taking a flying leap There's ringing in my ears Especially
I was just a poor boy living in a poor world But you gave me more love that set me free 'Cause I was just a poor boy living in a poor world But you have
rock of gibraltar Under the big yellow moon On our honeymoon I took you on a trip to malta And all through the night You held me so tight Your great, steady rock
FIND JUST PUT YOUR HANDS UP AND ENJOY RIDE GETTING BETTER ALL THE TIME LIFE IS A TRIP DON'T STAY INSIDE Friends are a source of energy Here's a shout
, a typical American Third generation Swedish, second gen, Aussie Am I street enough for this? Sometimes I'm paranoid like Ozzy See it used to be punk rock
out of chairs Greg told Peg sometimes he still hugged teddy bears So they sneaked in the living room and piled all the pillows up And made it a rocket
bear to know the nature of the truth And there it stands, the only white willow tree With golden leaves and a sweet old voice He embraced me, hard as rock
Its no wonder prefer to be a castaway Who finds a friendly shore Washed up on rocks In the calm after the storm I can run a amok And every days a high day A
stand, every boy girl woman and man YOU KEEP A KNOCKIN' (Penniman - MCA Music)) You keep a-knockin' but you can't come in You keep a-knockin' but you can't come in You keep a
's dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear polos I wonder if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota I wish some nigga gunned john gotti