Money talks. . But it don't sing and dance and it don't walk. And long as I can have you here with me. . I'd much rather be. Forever in blue jeans. . Honey's sweet. But it ain't nothing next
Hot august night. And the leaves hanging down. And the grass on the ground smelling sweet. Move up the road. To the outside of town. And the sound of that good gospel beat. . Sits a ragged tent
(duet with brabra streisand) written by neil diamond, alan bergman and marilyn bergman. . You don't bring me flowers. You don't sing me love songs. You hardly talk to me anymore. When you come th
Girl, you'll be a woman soon. . Love you so much can't count all the ways. I'd die for you girl and all they can say is. "He's not your kind". They never get tired of puttin' me down and. I neve