down the river for a song and Sonny Liston rubbed some tiger balm into his glove Some things you do for money and some you do for Love Love Love Ras
down the river for a song, and sonny liston rubbed some tiger balm into his glove. some things you do for money and some you do for love love love.
I went down to lloyd center looking for you. but a mouth full of anger blocked my view. he took your hand there in the skating the rink. god will give
and the may sun shone down on california. and the strawberries grew fat and full and thick and red and as big as your fist and the traffic on riverside
then it's not very kind and it won't be necessary it won't be necessary now it won't be necessary it won't be necessary now hey, what are you doing, my love
sweet and cold i knelt by the water like a doe by a stream punch-drunk, snowblind, as though the whole thing were a bad dream and then love pulled out
. what's kepping me up at night? the streetlight. what's finally gonna let me sleep alright? you might. you might. how do i know what i know? where did our love
...i bet you don't know... I cut down that withered peach tree just like you asked me to. and I hacked it into pieces set it on fire with your face
know is I'm in love with you even though you say that we are through I know without your love I just can't go on I wonder where our love has gone.
when i catch sight of your face and the late light falling on it i feel scared and i scope the area out for a good place to hide when i feel the way your
you smile at me in total defiance of all decency you've got it down to a science, that innocent look you've got it practiced real good but i know you'
s kepping me up at night? the streetlight. what's finally gonna let me sleep alright? you might. you might. how do i know what i know? where did our love
love with you Even though you say that we are through I know without your love I just cant go on I wonder where our love has gone Always thought you'd love
and cold i knelt by the water like a doe by a stream punch-drunk, snowblind, as though the whole thing were a bad dream and then love pulled out
[spoken:] the actual date is the 17th of april. love hymn to aphrodite. the sunset gets a little longer every night and it's no good but I feel
down the river for a song and sonny liston rubbed some tigerbalm in his glove some things you do for money and some you do for love love love
on a thursday, on the 110 i felt the fever rise again. the weatherman east of here predicted rain. i hammered the words into my brain. you were all
