I'm scared so afraid to show I care Will he think me weak if I tremble when I speak? Ooh, what if there's another one he's thinking of? Maybe he's in
The black, black widow is sittin' in the middle of the web It's the fly she seeks You may be her lover but you never will recover, 'cause She ain't had
When I walked through the doors I sensed His presence And I knew this was a place where love abounds For this is a temple, the God we love abides here
I have got a minute, just a little minute I have only got a minute, just a minute I have only got a minute that is all the time I have to sing this tiny
Life is a moment in space When the dream is gone, it's a lonelier place I kiss the morning goodbye But down inside, you know we never know why The road
People, People who need people, Are the luckiest people in the world We're children, needing other children And yet letting a grown-up pride Hide all
Everywhere I go, I hear sweet songs about the moon Songs about the stars above and songs of love and June Songs of hearts that beat as one to some sweet
This is [Incomprehensible] What a beautiful beautiful night Sadie, Sadie, married lady See what's on my hand There's nothing quiet as touching As a simple
I want to learn what life is for I don't want much, I just want more Ask what I want and I will sing I want everything, everything I'd cure the cold
Barbra Streisand woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo Barbra Streisand woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
I wish I had button eyes and a red felt nose Shaggy cotton skin and just one set of clothes Sittin' on a shelf in a local department store With no dreams
Memories Like the corners of my mind Misty watercolor memories Of the way we were Scattered pictures Of the smiles we left behind Smiles we gave to one
And now (and now)... We will get familiar With the sounds of... Bei Maejor! Yo, yo, yo, yo, what's up man? Y'all I got this crazy story for real Y'all
fuckin grill man (true, true indeed) The fuck man? Like I don't fuckin spend money in this bitch Nigga what the fuck man? (Ha ha ha) (f'real f'real) [barber
So long sad times, go long bad times We are rid of you at last Howdy gay times, cloudy gray times You are now a thing of the past Happy days are here
Shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby Shoo-bop, shoo-bop Hello stranger It seems so good to see you back again How long has it been? Seems like a mighty long
Sleeping single in a double bed Thinking over things I wish I'd said I should have held you but I let you go Now I'm the one sleeping all alone, oh Sleeping
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