I'm the green young gentleman And you're the lady with the past I admit I'm insecure about How long we will last I sort through in my mind The little
Oh God, they got you gun shy You know your skin's as cold as ice Your eyes are double filtered babe You're so afraid to be nice There's no way you're
A new day is beginning I can feel it in my bones It's not what you are winning It don't matter what you own It is more than just a feeling More than just
Just after I screamed at you, "What the hell is it all about" You spilled your coffee onto my sleeve, and you said "Don't expect the tears to come from
Oh well, I wonder, yes, I wonder What would happen What would happen to this world? Well, I wonder what would happen to this world? Now if a man tried
I would not be so stoned If my Mary were here And I don't think I'd have phoned you If my Mary were here I'm a sad sack Sir Galahad Who's sword's around
Did you ever hear the one about? Oh, God I love myself when I've got it on I know, I'll live forever, babe, all my fears are gone Then suddenly I'm dyin
It was when I rode off in my daydreams Chasing that vision of light It was then I got caught in the jet stream And I dropped through a hole in the night
He's the last of the protest singers, Selling truth and commitment, He don't get much work these days, He's billed as a novelty act, And he stands there
It used to be that old John Wayne Would fight the good fight once again, Find the strength to bear the pain, Stand up til he'd finally fall. But now
think it could be you But you're the only one that got off the train So, you must be my wife, Miss. Annie Halsey I must be your husband, yes I'm Harry
One two three two two three three three two three four It's a slow motion night In the hot city lights Past time when the good folks Are snoring in bed
At first you seemed just like my dream of a finer better life Much more than I could ask for in a lover or a wife Though I work with my body and my work
I was laughing horizontally in my loose and lusty youth I was feeling well self-satisfied, deliciously uncouth When she slipped out from my covers with
I let time go lightly when I'm here with you, I let time go lightly when the day is through. I keep a watch on time when I've have work to do, I let
I come fresh from the street Fast on my feet, kinda lean and lazy Not much meat on my bones, and a whole lot alone And more than a little bit crazy The
I'm the green young gentleman, and you're the lady with the past I admit I'm insecure about how long we will last I sort through in my mind the little
Mr. tanner was a cleaner from a town in the Midwest And of all the cleaning shops around he'd made his the best But he also was a baritone who sang while