I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way.
What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
She's a hypnotist collector
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around; Some on their way up, some on their way down
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,; That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
All I really want to do,; Is, baby, be friends with you.
Well I don't dare close my eyes and I don't dare wink; Maybe in the next life I'll be able to hear myself think
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got; Seen better times, but who has not?
You're the one I've been looking for,; You're the one that's got the key.; But I can't figure out whether I'm too good for you; Or you're too good for me.
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
It was then that I got up to leave; But she said, "Don't forget,; Everybody must give something back; For something they get."
We always did feel the same,; We just saw it from a different point of view
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke
Your loyalty is not to me; But to the stars above
He bought me with a price,; Freed me from the pit,; Full of emptiness and wrath; And the fire that burns in it.
Well, you're so bad and nasty; But I love you, yes I do
Leaving men wholly, totally free; To do anything they wish to do but die
What was it you wanted; When you were kissing my check?
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?
My love she speaks like silence
Put your body next to mine; And keep me company,; There is plenty a room for all,; So please don't elbow me.
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,; For the child that cries; When innocence dies.
The way is long but the end is near, Already the fiesta has begun
Tell ev'rybody; Down in ol' 'Frisco; That Tiny Montgomery's comin'; Down to say Hello
Well, if I had to do it all over again,; Babe, I'd do it all over you.
Maybe they'll get me and maybe they won't; But not tonight and it won't be here; There are things I could say but I don't; I know the mercy of God must be near
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats; Too noble to neglect; Deceived me into thinking; I had something to protect
You don't want a love that's pure; You wanna drown love; You want a watered-down love
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
They don't want me around; 'Cause I believe in you.
People tell me it's a sin; To know and feel too much within.
Louise, she's all right, she's just near; She's delicate and seems like the mirror; But she just makes it all too concise and too clear; That Johanna's not here
Our conversation was short and sweet; It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
This time tomorrow I'll know you better; When my memory is not so short.
I want to thank You, Lord,; I just want to thank You, Lord,; Thank You, Lord.
Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag; Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag; Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove
Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky
I'm going out of my mind; With a pain that stops and starts
For I know that you know that I know that you know; Something is tearing up your mind.
If the bible is right, the world will explode
Shall I hold you close?; Or Shall I let you go by?; Tell me.; Tell me.
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
They say ev'rything can be replaced
There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,; Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
