some say he could sing. But the one thing that he liked to do best. Was sawing on the strings So get out the fiddle. And rosin' up the bow. Look at ol' Will a pattin' his toe. We'll make music 'til
You and the night and the music fill me with flaming desire,. Setting my being completely on fire!. You and the night and the music thrill me but will we be one. After the night and the music are
not to live. For the girl you once loved and hurt. Is floating undone. Her real name is Sunick. My goddess of infinite love. Thus, I mutated your ears to do not a thing. But slowly torture you
stringsfor you. French puppet. You've got no strings. Comme ci comme ca. Your savoire-faire is ooh la la!. I've got strings. But entre nous. I'd cut my stringsfor you. Russian puppet. Down where
There is musicfor lovers. It to be found. In the sound. Of a sigh. And there's musicfor lovers. In the hush-a-bye dreams. Of a child. When the whole world discovers. That love's the only
gonna make my musicfor me. . He said that people only buy the love songs. Rock and roll is not too long. He said son you got to be commercial. If you want to turn the people on. . And I said
three times. I'll make sure all the cancer's gone. That bitch your ex (your ex), for a reason though (reason though). I got what I know she still wants (wants). And I make him do what she don't (oh, oh-oh