Come back to me, baby I feel so all alone It rained last night and things ain't right Without my baby home Every time it rains, I think of you And that
Me and my baby Keeps falling out Let me tell you What it's all about She wanna sell my monkey She wanna sell my monkey She wanna sell my monkey But that
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(willcox/sidelnyc) Jazz jazz singers in the trees now, Shiny projectiles with bee-bop beaks Remote in the key of green Perched high in the citadel Scaping
You better watch out, I'm tellin' you why Just when you least expect it, just when you feel at ease That's when you get selected That's when they'll come
Collo/Bernheim/Barbelivien L'heure du jazz. Une plombe, l'heure du jazz Les sasos pavoisent T'as joue la bonne cave Charlie Parker bave Ton ame dans l
(collo/bernheim/barbelivien) L'heure du jazz. Une plombe, l'heure du jazz Les sasos pavoisent T'as joue la bonne cave Charlie parker bave Ton â
A little jazz is just a bit of this and that Sometimes we sing, sometimes we play, sometimes we scat But most of all, it's how you feel about the groove
We want to multiply, are you gonna do it? I know you're qualified, are you gonna do it? Don't be so circumscribed, are you gonna do it? Just get yourself
It takes a hundred miles of love To heal a mile of pain I never say goodbye to the scene And I never blow out a flame And I got white lies for dark times
I'm not sure what worries me more The fact that I'm talking to the wall Or that the wall keeps answering me Saying that I've heard it all before Never
You can run away from home But you can't run away from your pain Now I sit here alone As I waste someone else to blame It's up to you now, it's up to
You may be a cheap date But my therapy's expensive as hell Then you pay a psychic healer who let you know Things aren't working out so well Tomorrow'
I learned to say goodbye To say goodbye too young I learned to duck from words Like bullets from a gun How long can you pray? How long can you pray And
I'm serenaded by a chorus of a thousand burning cigarettes You've been taking chances, mama, while I've been placing bets So tell it to the ashes, they
Battles over which direction to kneel People reaching out to touch but forgetting to feel Daily breath shouldn't be a daily penance Is that what you believe
Lay there and hate me, lay there and burn One side to the other, you toss and turn Never trust a woman Never trust a woman who loves the blues Mistake