I used to see in black and white Never something in between Waitin' on the love of my life To come into my dreams Everything in shades of gray Never
I don't understand the things you do The more you think, the more I think you are confused It shouldn't be so hard to figure out What you can and can
We fell in love underneath a Michelangelo sky We saw the same things in the shapes of the clouds rolling by A blanket of leaves and the soft summer wind
She danced in the dirty streets Satin shoes tied to her feet People 'round here said she was a sight Every night when the sun went down She'd curtsy
There are times when my heart is uneasy with fear The answers are nowhere in sight Then I hear a sweet voice whisper soft in my ear Everything's gonna
She parks her car on Woodland Street She's got a job at the Meat-N-Three She's kind of pretty in a peculiar kind of way And I try hard to like her, yeah
Caroline was born about a mile from the Mississippi Kinda like the kudzu, she grew up fast and pretty A little bit of Memphis, little bit of New York
I live by the river on the wrong side of town Nothing much to do here, but listen to the sound Of the train I'll never catch passing me by Of the muddy
She parks her car on Woodland Street She's got a job at the meat-n-three She's kind of pretty in a perculiar kind of way And I try hard to like her Yeah
Mike Reid, Tena Clark Look at me I'm in a place I never thought I'd be Don't have the strength To fight anymore Or a reason not to leave So tell me why
You can't judge an apple by looking at a tree You can't judge honey by looking at the bee You can't judge a daughter by looking at the mother You can'
Es la sensacion de haber Compartido contigo media vida Lo que me obliga cuando te canto A tener mi garganta contenida Amo cada carta que mandas Sin ponerte
And if tomorrow should be the last day I could ever tell you I was in love with your smile, In love with your eyes. Tomorrow will be a-okay, just to say
I love you 'cause I want to I love you 'cause I want to Sometimes I wonder baby, why I put up with you You ought to pay attention, I've got better things
You weren't just my best friend you were there until the very end and i never got to say goodbye I never got to watch you close your eyes one last time
Here I go, back again, sliding off the ceiling Was I gone for long or did I just flick the switch Across the street, away from me A man is singing sympathy
no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class You Tae-bo