Standin' on the corner in Winslow, Arizona. And I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong song. Two girls, 65. Got a piece tied up in the back seat. "Honey we're recovering Christians" In the springtime of
Springtime is on my mind. Flowers blooming, all the time. Smell the roses. Smell the grass. Old man winter can kiss my *. Chorus. Don't you think that it's a pity?. Don't you think that it's
me with your eyes. My heart soars up to the skies. And it's all so crazy. What you do to me, baby. You make love like springtime. And I can't control my passion. You make love like springtime
me with your eyes. My heart soars up to the skies. And it's all so crazy. What you do to me, baby. You make love like springtime. And I can't control my passion. You make love like springtime
walked in the door the music was clear. The prettiest voice I had heard in two years. The song she was singin' made a man's blood run cold. When it's springtime in Alaska it's forty below. (When it's
walked in the door, the music was clear. Prettiest voice I had heard in two years. The song she kept singing would make a man's blood run cold. When it's springtime in Alaska, it's forty below It was
walked in the door, the music was clear. Prettiest voice I had heard in two years. The song she kept singing would make a man's blood run cold. When it's springtime in Alaska, it's forty below It was