add it, divide it, subtract it, or try to multiply it There is no equal, people open your eyes quit looking at the world through a peephole I?m here, the one you need, the one
add it, divide it, subtract and multiply it, there is no equal People open you eyes, quit looking at the world through a peep-hole I'm here, the one you need, the one
world the most of me I am not afraid to throw my weight around Pound by pound by pound Because I'm big, blonde and beautiful Face the fact, the simply irrefutable No one
suckers in a second Leave you with no sign of recollection Rearrange your whole memory section Disease, infection, over night I die slowly Covered in corn stalks, protected by the oak trees
us die'' As I sit, I can see their troubled souls wander by And I feel them leaning on my shoulder to cry "Oh, oh one more chance'' The naked tree of
Many, many years ago When this land was young A lot of our country was covered By big tall beautiful trees And men had to have the trees To make wood
They say, I'm not what I used to be All the same, I'm happier than a willow tree Shine or rain, sitting here by a stream There's nothing I'd rather feel
show you love in every language I'm gonna speak with words that need no form I'm gonna give you what you never had before You are beautiful and I am weakened by
(Lyrics by Dinho Ouro Preto, Bebel Gilberto, Béco Dranoff) You know you can feel the breeze with patience of a lifetime Dance above the trees
cease to be A wheel-barrow full of leaves From a rotten apple tree If the mugger was a woman And the man just passing by Would ya' ___ and bitch and
trees That's why they call me Krishna Mayee Every drop that run through the vein Always makes it's way back to the heart again And by the way you look
called home The wind it whispers to the buck-eyed trees of rhyme Well, my heart's in the highlands, I can only get there one step at a time I'm listening
a one track mind and a two stringed bass On garbage drums with a license to swing Pete sets the pace to anything But I don't care, no 'Coz by the order
the sky With far away clouds just wandering by Where do they go? Oh, I don't know, don't know Wind that speaks to the leaves Telling Stories that no one
What a bright time It?s the right time to rock the night away Jingle bell time is a swell time To go riding in a one horse sleigh Giddy-up jingle
It's late in September, beautiful and clear the nights are so cold, and I wash away my tears. The leaves on the trees, with colors so bright caught by