Les bucherons sont entres dans la foret Les bucherons sont de plus en plus laids Avec leurs barbes longues de 4 metres Et leurs haches qui fendent les
You and me are a disease and the germs are spreading Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet
Sun lights up the day time You light up my life The hand that calls you forward Is the hand that leaves me behind And I stand on the ocean shore Like
Hello There goes the gal in the pretty skirt With the golden smile that made you feel new Like when the marching band strolls the street You know another
Choking on these words You can leave now Oh, haven't you heard? You can leave now We stand there like statues From different cities Both warriors of
You know what they say about getting older It's only a doorway away You know what they say about getting colder In the middle of the day You can live
I?m going round, I?m going down To my friend's house to get myself high It takes me to a different place Where nothing leaves my mind But the men in
I blame you Hollywood For showing me things you never should Show a young girl in this cruel world Because life's not a happy ending I'm sure there is
Heard the rattle from the train Sounds of a hundred people, maybe more Cut through the ropes before you came I had a dream that you were gone I'm in
I bit my tongue in the ark of conversation I don't know why, I don't know why I met you once and I'd fallen for your notions I don't know why, I don't
I don't know just what I'll do Every time you walk into the room Oh, my head is spinning around And I can't see clearly right now I'm wasted, I'm so
Pack up your things Your work here is done A slave to the beast No mercy with time No mercy with time They bound you with the fire Then push you into
Nick Lowe/Dave Edmunds/Billy Bremner Plangent Visions Music, Ltd. Now I can remember like it was only yesterday Love was young and foolish like a little
Hey there Miss Fine, sweet little clinging vine Your actions kind of show me you love me truly, yeah You're warmer than July, sweet as apple pie I can
If she knew what I've seen while I'm watching Would she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me Where's her mind
The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing It's full of charts and facts and figures And instructions for dancing But I I love
You can't judge an apple by looking at the tree You can't judge honey by looking at the bee You can't judge a daughter by looking at the mother You can
A cold freezin night. Oh, Baby. Kill em'. I wish I was a boy. A cold freezin' night. Oh, Baby. Ah, Ow, Ah, Ow C'mon, clap, clap, clap. Alright that's
