Chestnut park on a Saturday night Mystical boys feelin alright Raggedy wisdom falls from my hand As the ladies of Cambridge know who I am I've had dreams
waiting on the line We sent ourselves in on the gray card scale Hold my head Where storms are sand And sand is said To be sad Longwinded Cambridge
Ah! Hey! Every night about, every night about, every night about 11.00 Every night about, every night about, every night about 11.00 Every night about
First I learned a word for love And then a word for you Then a way to say good morning, you're beautiful. Learned a way to say good-bye, And I will see
If it's not the heat tell me what else it could be It brings up such a force in you It brings up such emotion in me. All signs of life are moving slowly
You're the night, Lilah. A little girl lost in the woods. You're a folk tale, the unexplainable You're a bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains
Your mind and your experience call to me You have lived and your intelligence is sexy I want to know what you got to say I want to know what you got
I feel oh, so glamorous Lookin' super fabulous Sometimes I'm insecure Something I can't ignore All the flashy cameras Try my best to handle it I'm just
No there's nothing too romantic about the way we met. That's not to say it doesn't make a certain sense. Maybe it's just the kind of people that we are
First we'll pick Priscilla up. And then we'll stop for Jane. And Mary Ellen needs a ride. We're going by her place. We're going to a party. Our friends
As I saw you from the window near the Arc de Triomphe I put away the book je t'en reveille de toi je t'en reveille ooh la la And I loved the way you
Chestnut park on a Saturday night Mystical boys feelin alright Raggedy wisdom falls from my hand As the ladies of Cambridge know who i am I've had dreams
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: Chestnut park on a Saturday night Mystical boys feelin alright Raggedy wisdom falls from my hand As the ladies of Cambridge know who i am I've had
I'm waiting on the line. We sent ourselves in on the gray card scale Hold my hand, Storms are sand. And sand is said, To be sad. Longwinded Cambridge
