oceans cathedrals of immense awe the brilliance of erotic literature enlightenment of the whore marvel at the hanging gardens the liars, faint with greed
Probably one of the nicest affections in the world Is that feeling that's there between A worldly old uncle and very innocent young niece Liza, won't
we all must try to sell Tales of how you get to heaven And how we been through hell Who will buy a perfumed story That a young girl has to tell? Sleep with
Your love is like a chunk of gold Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm Hard to gain and hard to hold Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm Like a rose that's so soft to touch Hmm
You want to take me to a doctor To talk to me about my mind To try to give directions to some places That I don't really want to find Trouble in me is
When I was a little boy back in West Virginia We lived very close to a railroad track And I remember I used to dream about them trains And where they
my soul together in the process Oh now, Tony Jr. filled up his arm with dope And he dreams about a valley But the poor boy lives in an alley Filled with
Looking out at the people looking in Feeling good must be some kind of sin Looking in at the people looking out Feeling guilty, scared to move about
Hello like before I'd never come here If I'd known that you were here I must admit though That's it's nice to see you, dear You look like you've
Summer night in Harlem Man it's really hot Well it's too hot to sleep and too cold to eat I don't care if I die or not Winter night in Harlem Oh oh radiator
nicer day Close your eyes and dream of a sunny place Watch the world light up when you smile Stay with me and smile at me, sunny face Chase the clouds away with
I want to spend the night With you Forever Every time we wind up spending the night Together Do you ever feel it? I wanna share my life With
on my mind all the time I believe that it shows a sign of weakness I don't want no lonely nights that gets me cryin' I found out I don't get nowhere with
City of the angels spread your wings for me I've been other places lookin for my dream Eastern cities move to fast Southern ones to slow I can't go back
with a song. (I said) I'm gonna PAINT YOUR PRETTY PICTURE with a song, with a song, with a song, I am gonna paint you babe, PAINT YOUR PRETTY PICTURE with
San Francisco morning coming clear and cold Don?t know if I?m waking or I?m dreaming Riding with Fats Waller on the Super Chief He said, "Music?s real
May not know enough about you, babe That can only come in time Only know enough to make you stay On my mind Though I met you only yesterday Only for
that it's true That it's your loving me That makes my life a paradise There's a language, spoken only by lovers Words and phrases that they make with