Street. On 52nd Street. . We're gonna throw a little soul parade,. Before they know the second bar was played. . We're gonna slip it to 'em short and sweet. . Chorus
With vice I hold the mike device. With force I keep it away of course. And I'm keepin' you from sleepin'. And on stage I rage. And I'm rollin'. To the poor I pour in on in metaphors. Not
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler. . With vice I hold the mike device. With force I keep it away of course. And I'm keepin' you from sleepin'. And on stage I rage. And I'm rollin'. To the poor I
heart, here's my heart. You can take it with you. To hold on is hard so remake me and you. Remake me and I can hold your body. But my grip is not strong enough. Out of my hands. But you could sink
and foot. And always tell him "No?". Tears ofrage, tears of grief. Why am I the one who must be the thief ?. Come to me now, you know. We're so alone. And life is brief. We pointed out the way
Song Sunny Side Of The Street - Rod Stewart. *** your coat and get your hat, leave your worry at the doorstep. Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street. Can't you hear that pitter pat
Song Sunny Side Of The Street - Rod Stewart. *** your coat and get your hat, leave your worry at the doorstep. Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street. Can't you hear that pitter pat
Love laughs at a king. Kings don't mean a thing. On the streetof dreams Dreams broken in two. Can be made like new. On the streetof dreams Gold, silver and gold. All you can hold. Is in the
Love laughs at a king. Kings don't mean a thing. On the streetof dreams Dreams broken in two. Can be made like new. On the streetof dreams Gold, silver and gold. All you can hold. Is in the
rage. This brutality can never be undone. But the sun has not yet set. The bass and drums and microphone a threat. That's when you've got to get the cry from the inside. And see that they're
If you go walking you best follow me. Cause I'll show you something that you won't believe. I'll make you love me the next time we meet on the sunny side of the street. Tchu tchu tchu ru, tchu
we're walking down the streetof dreams The dead beats and the dispossesed. The seekers of unlikeliness. The beauty walk on and on. With the beast tomight (chorus) Down the streetof dreams. We walk
This girl is made of lipstick. Powder and paint. Sees the picture of herself. Every magazine on every shelf. This girl is maid of bond street. Hailing cabs, lunches with executives. Gleaming