always be blue. I got a hundred and fifty things, Now all I gotta find is you. I got a hundred and fifty things, Now all I gotta find is you. And if the Nazz
blue Oh yes [Incomprehensible] I got a hundred and fifty things Now all I gotta find is you I got a hundred and fifty things Now all I gotta find is you And if the Nazz
Once upon a time, I got this idea That the world was round like me So I asked the Queen for three fine ships To sail across the sea So I asked the Queen
You know you don't have to tell me What it is makes a man angry But what you do have to tell me What it is that you think there is to laugh about Standing
I wanted to write you A beautiful, beautiful song I wanted to write you A beautiful, beautiful song A beautiful song The kind that makes your memory
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Ain't it nice to find somebody waiting at home Ain't it nice to find somebody waiting at home But she's just a featherbedding lover I might as well be
You know as long as I can remember I wasn't ever liable to give myself away But it sure doesn't look like It makes a difference now So I'm gonna cry today
Believe me I would rather say nothing than lie But have you heard about that so-called beautiful guy I was begging for some money at the usual time
Hello, it's me, I've thought about us for a long, long time Maybe I think too much but some thing's wrong There's something here that doesn't last too
If that's the way you feel, don't change your mind Be sure this time, I don't really mind I don't really mind If that's the way you feel, let this be
Well, you thought you found your answer On that magic carpet ride last night When you wake up in the morning The world still gets you uptight There's
Someone's gonna tell you and it might be me There's something on your face that even you can't see It isn't your eyes and it isn't your nose You don't
I was thinking 'bout my troubles this morning Trying to decide if I should live or die I forgot to leave a note on the mailbox so Said I hope that you
It's here, tapping on my window, knocking on my door It's coming out for sure It's there, floating on the air, must be everywhere Saying do you want to
I know you think I've done something wrong I'm only trying to see myself through your eyes And put myself where I belong You think I'm hurting,
One two three I'm a human being now but I used to be a pig 'Til they shortened up my nose And they made me wear a wig I'm afraid the things on piggy
