suppress This is not a confessional song I'm just singin' to myself Ooh, the situations didn't leave me strong Everybody needs a little help This is not a confessional song
Chesnusts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
Ah! je ris de me voir si belle en ce miroir, Ah! je ris de me voir si belle en ce miroir, Est-ce toi, Marguerite, est-ce toi? Reponds-moi, reponds
From "die fledermaus" My dear marquis, why must you be, So loyal throughout your hours? When you stop and stare Take a lot more care And close
Songs my mother taught me In the days long vanish'd Seldom from her eyelids Were the teardrops banish'd Now I teach my children Each melodious measure
You want me to give a show Well i don't really want to You want me to impress Well I don't really need to And who the fuck are you Where the fuck did
the whole song You can't spend the whole song in space You can't spend the whole song in space You can't spend the whole song in space You can't spend
't care who you are You said it was too hard, you took out your trump card Song for the asking, song for you obviously Song for a singer, song for a B movie Song for the asking, song
My, my, the clock in the sky is pounding away There's so much to say A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice It cannot rejoice Wanting to see, to know
In these days of depressing times There stands one final truth There's no doubt in my mind at all The future belongs to the youth So take a stand and
My dear Marquis Why must you be So loathe to use your eyes When you stop and stare Take a lot more care And closely scrutinise My fingers, my ankles
me It's bad for my voice I'm gonna stay home tonight So I don't get hung over Get myself a takeaway And watch MTV This is not a confessional song I
Chesnusts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose, Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like eskimos. Everybody
Dy alwd glywir hanner dydd Fel Ffliwt hyfydais uwch y rhos Fel chwiban bugail a fo gudd Dy alwad glywir hanner nos; Nes clywir, pan ddwys a dy swn Cyfarth
Pan fyddair?r nos yn alau, A llwch y ffordd yn wyn, A?r bont yn wag sy?n croesi?r dwr Difwstwr ym Mhen LlynO?er Y tylluanod yn eu tro Glywid o lwyncoed
