ooooohhhhh You always call me up Ask me out or get me up i'm always out of time Seems like i have to call a magical rhyme chorus If you call me up real
I originate! You must appreciate! All the others imitate! You're my crowd and I want you tonite I am sure this tune makes you feel right No discussion
dich im Genick Ich hange nicht allein am Galgenstrick Doch diesem Tier, so gro? und stark Das mir den Tag verdorben Werd' ich mit Tucke und mit List
Did you ever really start to cry over something you just wrote? Well I'm writing you, my dear st. nick, it's the saddest little note. Is it fair come
I'll be home for Christmas You can count on me Please have snow and mistletoe And presents underneath the Christmas tree Woah, yeah Christmas Eve will
Boat rocking, trouble maker Non conforming shit starter With the rebel DNA pirate spirit Headache It took me all my life To finally figure out That I
When you tire of all the bright lights Haste that?s killing and you?re willing to stay home nights When your feet are back on the solid ground Look for
I've gotta keep on movin? I see them comin? down Hollywood Boulevard And they won?t stop until them find me No time to hide, I just keep ridin? on, and
As I travel life's pathway to that city beyond I find the way so narrow and my strenght almost gone Then I cry oh Lord have mercy please don't leave me
(Written by Susan Tedeschi) I'm gonna write him a letter, gonna write him a song Gonna love my baby, gonna never do him wrong Gonna love my baby, gonna
That's your phone I think you gonna need an excuse in the morning cos we aint gonna say good night. I think you gonna need an excuse in the morning cos
I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter And make believe it came from you I'm gonna write words oh so sweet They're gonna knock me off my feet
You got to be ready You got to be ready, yeah This woman don't like no nonsense I like lovin' every day And I don't like to find no evidence, no To prove
Writer(s): ahlert/young I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter And make believe it came from you I'm gonna write words oh so sweet They
No more lying friends Wanting tragic ends Though they do pretend They won't go when I go All those bleeding hearts With sorrows to impart Were right
Lyrics by Joe Young Music by Fred E. Ahlert I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter And make believe it came from you I'm gonna write words
I've Been Around All The Seven SeasI Live On The Road I Got The Rocking Disease But It Sure Ain`t As Good It Sure Ain`t As Good As Being With You You