I feel the day is arrivin' soon When I can't stay around anymore They'll look in all the familiar rooms Until' they feel the breeze through the door
I wish I could be anyone But the one that I am now I wish I could see any scene But the one I hang around I wish I could do anything But the things I
Our little secret just might be The kind of thing that you can't hide It's growing like a tangled vine And rising like a river in the tide And everybody
My little darling, it's a cryin' shame The way that you lead me on And I got nobody but myself to blame 'Cause I've always just played along Well show
Lonely boys and you lonely girls Here at the end of the lonely world You're findin' out If there's someone to cry about Lonely girls and you lonely boys
Matador sweeps the veil From the last young day of my life Malibu tides inhale Santa Ana winds from behind Wade out into the water No more chances this
All my life I've been looking for the perfect mate And when I finally found the one it was almost too late Underneath the auditorium she showed me why
Why don't you fool me, feed me Say you need me without wicked games Come on and hold me, hug me Say you love me and not my dirty brain Why don't you
Uncle Bernie's got me on his knee Chocolate fingers in his Tea He thinks he's super cool but he's a fool And I've been sitting waiting here for hours
I would write a thousand letters Just to talk to you I would climb a hundred mountains Just to be with you I would make it snow in summer If it meant
Oh, when the snowman brings the snow Oh well, he just might like to know He's put a great big smile On somebody's face If you jump into your bed And
Ooh, I try to talk to you Ooh, it's like I can't get through Ooh, have you blown me away? Ooh, that's how you're making me feel Hugs and kisses, broken
I like going out on Christmas Eve If Santa needs a helper why should it be me? And I like dancing the night away And waking up to jingle bells on Christmas
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun Now the jingle hop has begun
I know you like to wear my dressing gown When I'm not there I guess you like it in my shoes Just 'cause you drive a Mazarati And the ladies stare Don'
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls 'Cause he loves the models and he hugs the models Goes to lunch with
No Santa this morning I guess my note got through I told him quit calling 'Cause all I want is you Gotta get a minute Gotta get you on your own Your
I know this girl she's not too bright But she's educated in bed all right She's made seduction a work of art A PhD with her legs apart She's got dreamy