You got some nerve coming here You got some nerve coming here You stole it all, give it back You stole it all, give it back Good morning, Mr. Magpie
I'm gonna take myself a piece of sunshine And paint it all over my sky Be no rain, be no rain I'm gonna take the song from every bird And make 'em sing
I woke up this morning, my baby was gone Woke up this morning, my baby was gone I've been so bad, I'm all alone I ain't got nobody stayin' home with
the morning It's early in the morning And I ain't got nothin' but the blues Went to Jenny Lou's to get something to eat The waitress looked at me, she said, B
Well, early in the mornin', I wake with the risin' sun Yes, early in the mornin', I wake with the risin' sun Yeah, it's my daily motto and the people
Early one mornin', one mornin' in spring To hear the birds whistle, the nightingales sing I met a fair maiden who sweetly did sing 'I'm going to be married
I turn over the pages I'm ignoring the heartache I'm looking forward to making it out of this emptiness here Can you help me to find my way? Lord I've
ich will stehen doch das ist unmoglich der himmel uber mir magnetisiert mich du willst liegen doch du bist zu leicht du kannst fliegen vielleicht wolken
(The Specials) Out of bed at eight AM Out my head by half past ten Out with mates and dates and friends That's what I do at weekends I can
Now, it is three o'clock in the morning Can't even close my eyes Lord, three o'clock in the morning, baby Can't even close my eyes Well, I can't find
Morning in a bar: Daylight and an old beer bottle. Sun's the only star, In a sky that went from grey to yellow. And the flashes of the scene I made
I am lying down with my feet crossed in bed it's a fuzzy-headed morning I don't know I'm not dead I don't know what time it is but it's later than
The first strange town I was ever in The county was hangin' a man Nobody cared if he lived or died And I just didn't understand So I washed my face in
Here's a little song that you can sing On Saturday morning, mhmm, boogie Here's a little song that you can sing On Saturday morning, mhmm, boogie Monday
Out of bed at eight am Out my head by half past ten Out with mates and dates and friends That's what I do at weekends I can't talk and I can't walk
(feat. Daniella D'Ambrosio) (The Specials) Out of bed at eight AM Out my head by half past ten Out with mates and dates and friends That's what I
Sage: It's not that what we're doing is wrong But let's try to keep this a secret Between me, you, and the song A menage a trois that sings to me Sinfully