your voice I, I, I, I never, never, never As far away as it may seem no Soon we'll be together We'll pick up right where we left off Paris, London,
to me For if anyone should look into your eyes It's not forgiveness that they're gonna see You hear her voice - "How could you do that?" You hear her voice
add me Would you like to add me as a friend? I?m a recovering alcoholic, I rarely leave my room Peeping through the curtains in my dog costume The voices
ten story mansion on the beach With a swimmin' pool filled up with the drool of Robin Leach Richer than a Twinkie, I got so much cash That to me Paris
It always stays the same in paris No matter if it's night or day But I must kiss someone in paris Before they ever let me stay I know all the voices
There's gonna be a party all over the world I got a message on the radio But where it came from I don't really know And I heard these voices calling
bound traffic Success! An ancient Mercedes 'dolmus ' The ubiquitous, Arab, shared taxi drew up I turned out my pockets and shrugged at the driver " J'ai pas de l'argent " " Venez! " A soft voice
She wet my dreams with her distinctive mind I search the desert for a treasure And a measure of life denied I?m driven by cars and guitars and her voice
The music you hear -even the voice- especially the voice is constructed entirely from bones breaking, blood flowing, and the like. A fly in flight supplies
they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry Like a hymen, when I'm rhymin' with remarkable timin' Caviar and silk dreams, my voice
in the way of your sexy life She said, don't ever let your private life Get in the way of your sexy life Well, in Paris, TX or Paris, France Down in
You can't dismiss it or ignore it And you've waited so long for it It's the winner's turn to lose (we can't wait another day) In paris and geneve In
mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon I took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done" I ate the last mango in Paris
course hating dear old mom and dad To riding your bike midday past the three piece suits To fruits, to no absolutes To Absolut, to choice, to the Village Voice
) How can it be (How can I) I've been so deep (How can I) It's hard to believe This world brought you to me (Brought you to me) I've been to Paris,
Still prowls the Paris streets Down all the restless centuries It wonders incomplete It speaks inside the cheap red wine Of cafe summer nights Its red and amber voices
Standing in that silent hall waitin' for that final call Says he doesn't love me anymore Shaking hands I pack a bag, trembling voice I call a cab Slowly