Hers on one side, his on the other One Saturday in June The organ drones and her cousin's singin' Just a little bit out of tune Her ex is here and his
You are the teeth and the lungs Biting back and breathing in Cracked like a frozen moon The heat lamp seeps into the pores This is your interrogation
Hey little sister what have you done Hey little sister who's the only one Hey little sister who's your superman Hey little sister who's the one you want
"When you marry, you will change" Said the woman to the man "When I marry, I will change you" Said the woman to the man So they married and were happy
I know i kinda went out with a bang When I dumped you out of the blue But my hearts just like a boomarang It came right back to you Now I'm confessin
ROBBIE Standing here underneath your window Searching for some kind of sign Every move, every tiny gesture Only proves you're not mine I could write you
I wrote a song six years ago while playing in a wedding band word got out and suddenly the band and I were in demand and all the couples all over Jersey
Every time you see his face You get annoyed And if ignorance is bliss He's overjoyed And can we talk about that stuff He calls his hair But what would
I wanna make you smile Whenever you're sad Carry You around when Your arthritis is bad oh all i wanna do Is grow old with you I'll get your medicine
Today is the day, the day that I dread I hardly wanna get up out of my bed My old woman's getting married and I'm a little jealous I'm takin' a whole
(Thomas) In the summer all the old men, they sit on their front porches, While the women comb their hair, shell their peas And wonder what they've missed
I haven't always been a single man, And I haven't always lived up here. Along with all these other single men, With a ring around the bath, and a cigarette
Sometimes you can say more, in a drunken hour or so Than some people get across, in a life of lying low. And sometimes you can feel more, for someone
I've got nothing to do for the rest of the day, So do you want to hang around with me? I've got nothing to do, so what do you say, And do you you want
(Thomas) Trams pass me out on St. Kilda Road, Drizzle wet and slow, like thinking, Oh oh, take me down into Young and Jacksons We'll do a bit of serious
Down in the valley, the valley so low, Lay the town over and hear the winds blow, Lay the town over and dig it all in, For what we once had will not come
(Tex Morton) I went broke in Western Queensland in 1931, Nobody would employ me so my swaggy days begun. I headed out through Charlieville to the western
(Thomas) Oh the winds they were howlin' both ragged and cold Through the grey Melbourne streets in the pre-Christmas days, And the Sisters of Mercy looked