You've always been searching for something. But everything seems so so-so. Tightly close your eyes. Hold out your hand. We'll make a stand. Forget their plans. And their demands Plan B. They're
Show me them now. Those wild little boys. The ones that spelled trouble. And stole all their toys. Young boys with contempt. Dreams and schemes in their eyes. Strong, rich in spirit. With milk
Nobody tells you. You end up knowing. Bad habits you should sleep alone. Open to suggestions, is that the way you feel?. Cause you're the voice of experience, every word. You choose sweet stolen
"Come On Eileen". (Come On Eileen). (Come On Eileen). Poor old Johnny Ray. Sounded sad upon the radio. But he moved a million hearts in mono. Our mothers cried. Sang along. Who'd blame them. You've gr