What you gonna tell your dad It's like a wheel of fortune And what you gonna tell your dad If this wheel lets you down My love is my engine And you
The Wheel of Fortune tarot Сard sits at number 10. The Wheel of Fortune tarot Сard sits at number 10. For you the card of fate Opens a new gate, Success
Fame and fortune how empty they can be But when I hold you in my arms That's heaven to me Who cares for fame and fortune They're only passing things But
All fortune on the floor All fortune on the floor All fortune on the floor All fortune on the floor Shame is soft they say Lose when I play your game All fortune
Fortune, seller Finder, seeker Giver, taker Wisdom keeper Fortune, sailing Finder, seeker Giver, taker Wisdom maker Take hold of the answer Give life
Gotta a whale of a tale to tell you lad. It's a whale of a tale or two, About the flappin' fish and girls, I've loved on nights like this, With the moon
at all Men of good fortune Men of poor beginnings Men of good fortune Men of poor beginnings Men of good fortune Men of poor beginnings Men of good fortune
of paradise My bad fortune slippin' away And I feel, the innocence of a child Everybody's got something good to say And I feel like, some bird of paradise My bad fortune
and little miss fortune is sure to become, unfortunately just like her mother "you see back when i was young and dumb, i had a choice before me and mama fortune
down High school rebel, he's always been bad And his poor old man's still wond'ring 'bout the lad But he's gone, gone away to find his fortune There
us Having a meal With the same old menu As if we were lovers This is the end of us When we had dessert Inside the fortune cookie The waiter gave me: &
prison, show me the jail Show me the prisoner, whose life has gone stale And I'll show you a young man With so many reasons why And there but for fortune
Rings of Fortune in my way I've motorcycled the King's Highway I sailed on a ship on the Spanish galleon I'm the Angel of the Black Medallion Peter
I guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune Well, I can hear the sound Of a windmill goin' 'round, baby I guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune
All our times have come Here, but now there, gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain (We can be like they are) Come on
found the saucer news Dead leaves always give up motion I no longer feel the motion Where prophecy fails, the fallin' motion Don't report this, agents of fortune
He cast a grim shadow Through the busy street Said, he was a junkie And he punctuated his walk with a gun Motiveless murder The papers scream The cops