Father and that was enough Pray more than that and you couldn't stay tough Tough as the busted thumbnails on the weathered hands They worked the gold plate off their wedding
SECRET NO.7 We feel just like Two criminals With unknown crimes It's not your fault It's always mine. THE SPANISH DAGGER Well stop cashing me in for
On our own It's not the same No, no, no Dear friends, make your peace We'll dissolve into a movie screen Speak now or forever hold your secrets in Too
, corsets pulled, or furs remodeled Or some nice, fresh fricassee If you want your bustle shifted, wedding planned, or bosom lifted-- Don't be ashamed girls Life is full of secrets
what I say I mean Just take it to consideration, I was 17 I'm still the same man, just had a change of plan Never ask you back and fuck a wedding band
Ok! my shiny one, I've something to tell ya... No secrets told, to a heart cruel and cold I know it's hard, let's give it another try You mean so much
turned her back on her family She turned her back on her friends She turned her back on a married man When she took off that wedding band She said, "
I know what my people are thinking tonight As home through the shadows they wander Everyone smiling in secret delight They stare at the castle and ponder
wedding ring on, but it still never seems wrong, Koopa Ooh, ooh, ooh, I'm really feeling you If you can keep a secret, then I'll keep a secret too And
In those verses of the Bible, A message was concealed, And soon for John, The secret was revealed; Deep in a Castle well, The treasure could be found
Magpie Was it you who stole the wedding ring? Or what other thieving bird Would steal such hope away? Magpie I am lost among the hinterland Caught among
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication beloved by Set may the winds gather her together from the secrets
(3:59) Words and Music: James Raymond She would run across the barren land And pause to let the light caress her Ask the earth to share its secrets
Mary Ellen Jones would surely die But she lived long enough for her to testify Now Walter Browning was a happy married man And he wore a golden wedding
bout his lady I know they say the first love is the sweetest But that first cut is the deepest I tried to keep us together, you were busy keeping secrets secret
I know you are a woman by the way you burn below I'll tell you secrets so good, you'll never tell a soul Come closer, that bonfire holds his life like
Ophelia was a bride of God A novice Carmelite In sister cells the cloister bells Tolled on her wedding night Ophelia was the rebel girl A blue stocking
in the grass Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring Somewhere