She's a quicksilver girl. A lover of the world. She spreads her wings. And she's free She's a quicksilver girl. A lover of the world. She's seen every branch. On the tree Ah, ah, quicksilver
bed. A lady calls and asks if I'm too tired or if I'm just to dead for Room service, baby I could use a meal. Room service, you do what you feel. Room service, I take the pleasure with the pain. I
bed. A lady calls and asks if I'm too tired or if I'm just to dead for Room service, baby I could use a meal. Room service, you do what you feel. Room service, I take the pleasure with the pain. I
Lip service. By jimmy buffett, michael utley. 1981. For anyone who loves creole cookin' and new orleans music. Talk-a, talk-a, talk until your jaws turn blue. But you never really tell me what