dog hair blankets that protected the backseat covers And a crucifix was hung from rear view mirror by your mother I'm leaving my body to science, not medical but physics Drag
blue caps roll tonight At the sock hop ball in the union hall Where the bop is their delight Here come duck-tail danny dragging uncanny annie, She's
dress Strangling her neck with his hands in her gloves The port and the brandy mix cocktails of love The porchlight, the torchlight The frosted morning
up in tears all on my own With the sun coming up and my head against stone Balcony dressed and drawn Tonight I'll dream a room so far away Frost pale
my ? indica? Make my cd's, you tossin senators You can't get crossed up with the pd's They payin a cost to get g'd You got frost on your knees Fuckin
plunder in sleep where nobody knows I am calling you back! Blood to Blood, Bone to Bone Skin to Skin and Sin to Sin Demon Night, Frost and Fire Turn
), watch yourself (o.k) I'm the man (lets go) and no one else raah, raah {Busta Rhymes} Like a dungeon dragon Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin
hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost Ay,
sylphs... I have seen demons lick your ivory hands, And watched you ride naked upon the backs of fire-dragons... Your eyes sparkle clear as hoar-frost
've entered my life and fixed everything The days drag on and the nights go fast But when you're near, summer is past I can't wait until the frost finally
[Accept cover] There's rain on the mountain A white frost on the moors It's an epoch of eternity Waters touch the holy shore It's a land of mystery The
gift, the cookies and milk on the mantle The mistletoe, that scent from that peppermint candles That warm French vanilla, mean coat with zippers Bareskin robe dragon
Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire
There's rain on the mountain A white frost on the moors It's an epoch of eternity Waters touch the holy shore It's a land of mystery The world of unseen
(Steven Dale Jones/Phillip White) His early mornin' attitude You have to drag him out of bed Only frosted flakes will do He gets that from me Yeah,he
up in tears All on my own With the sun coming up And my head against stone Balcony dressed and drawn Tonight I'll dream a room so far away Frost pale