Vic & Kellin Quinn. Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge. I bet you never had a Friday night like this. Keep it up, keep it up, let's raise our hands. I take a look up at the sky and I see. Red
I am just a poor boy. Though my story's seldom told,. I have squandered my resistance. For a pocketful of mumbles,. Such are ppromises. All lies and jest. Still, a man hears what he wants to hea
Smokey day, hey. Bring the dust of dusty evening. Weave the spell of evening. Into patters of my life. . Smokey day, hey. How her perfume still entrances. Soft, serene she dances. Moving sweet
Saw your picture in the paper. My, you're looking pretty good. Looks like you're gonna make it in a big way. Oh, I always knew you would. . But I should have known better, yeah. And I've should
You look to me like misty roses. Too soft to touch. But too lovely to leave alone. . If I could be like misty roses. I'd love you so much. You're too lovely to leave alone. . Flowers often cry