[Verse 1] And in here is where the heroine bore you And I also got a large pot of cigarette or you, that Embalmment fluid illiterate are you That's ok
When I go out with artists They talk about language And the cubists and the dadaist And I try to catch their meanings And keep up with all of the martinis
You cannot break me, how far this takes me My mind is racing as I play this song Will You walkout? This song is played out This thing I'm facing will
I'd rather live a life of lies and fantasy Than face the truth and realize you're leaving me You built me up so high, my heart can't stand to fall And
When you look into a mirror The reflection that you see Is a shell of what you were It's not who you want to be But you're gonna change You've just about
I can't, I can't make love To your memory I can't put my arms Around what used to be Everything I had Was a part of me Well, you went and it walked Out
And in here is where the heroine bore you And I also got a large pot of cigarette or you That embalmment fluid illiterate are you That's okay man I got
I'd rather live a life of lies and fantasy Than to face the truth and realize you're leaving me You built me up so high, my heart can't stand to fall
He had a plan to kill you all along The evidence was hidden in this song I was a ghost, I was there at the scene As the embers rise my hands smelled like
When I go out I play in the street I get hit by cars I make mashed potatoes I get hit by CARS
WALK OUT BACKWARDS (Bill Anderson) « © '60 Moss Rose Publications » (Walk out backwards and I'll think you're walking in) I'd rather live
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there Chill will wake you, high and dry, you'll wonder why Met in the summer and walked 'til the fall And breathless
You don't know that I know you watch me every night And I just can't resist the urge to stand here in the light You're greedy eyes upon me and then I
Une autre journee qui recommence J'aimerais mieux dormir quand j'y pense Le cadran me resonne A l'idee de me lever Je connais bien le scenario On se parle
From the M-G-M Picture "The Belle Of New York" Words by Johnny Mercer Music by Harry Warren Verse: Lillian Russell is fabulous fair, So is the girl
Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh When you look into a mirror The reflection that you see Is a shell of what you were It's not who you want to be You're gonna change
If you're gonna treat me that way then I'm out If you're gonna lead me that way then I'm Out Cause I won't take your cryin' anymo' No, I won't take your