Mary martin was a schoolgirl. Just seventeen or so. When she married billy archer. About fourteen years ago. Not even out of high school. Folks said it wouldn't last. But when you grow up in
Well I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming. Saying something about a queen. There were peasants singing and drummers drumming. And the archer split the tree There was a fanfare blowing to
Well, I dreamed I saw the knights. In armor coming,. Saying something about a queen. There were peasants singing and. Drummers drumming. And the archer split the tree. There was a fanfare
archer. A weatherman of words. But I could never shoot down. My, my high-flying bird The white walls of your dressing room. Are stained in scarlet red. You bled upon the cold stone. Like a young man
I put my life on hold and took you home. Good sense shot down I placed you on a throne. Where was the wheel that kept me on the road. The force of nature preventing overload So don't you know I've
Mary Martin was a schoolgirl just seventeen or so. When she married Billy Archer about fourteen years ago. Not even out of high school folks said, It wouldn't last. But when you grow up in the
Mosh pits and bare chest. Stage diving sky diver. Spray the crowd with cold water. Now its mosh pits and wet tits. I think I need a cold shower. Cool waters. African girl speaks in English accen
Dad's gone down the dog track, Engels' laying cables. Brother's with his student friends plotting in the stables. They're preparing for power and how to win. I'm covered in Solaire and preparing to