I'm not the guy who cared about love. And I'm not the guy who cared about fortunes and such. I never cared much. Oh, look at me now! I never knew the technique of kissing. I never knew the thrill
I'm not the guy who cared about love. And I'm not the guy who cared about fortunes and such. I never cared much. Oh, look at me now! I never knew the technique of kissing. I never knew the thrill
Check Shut the * up, you shut the * up. Who the * are you, who the * are you?. (I ain't nobody). That's the question, the question at hand. Oh, man, * this, * this. (I ain't
I wrote my mother. I wrote my father. And now I'm writing you too. I'm sure of mother. I'm sure of father. Now I wanna be sure of you Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
When they begin the beguine, it brings back the sound of music so tender,. . It brings back a night of tropical splendor, it brings back a memory ever green. . I'm with you once more under the
words. I ask her a favor. "Could you pass me the lighter". She said "ah, whatever". But yeah with some manners. Puff together. Yeah, you used to blather. Just like a feather. Car park, our chamber