People wishin', dream in It's gonna happen, deam on Tuff love, tuff love, tuff love Wait, it's comin' around People wishin', dream on It's gonna happen
There are pictures of me around your room You come on strong, too much, too soon And unfortunately I'm not amused Don't get me wrong, don't get confused
If everything you do has got a hold on me Then everything I do has got a hole in it I?ve been here before, I should be used to it But I can?t take it
That's where I'll be Where the girls are That's where I'll be Could I give it to your sister? Girl, I love you like no other I'll be your mistress, be
Just a sweet sweet baby Just a sweet sweet baby Just a sweet sweet baby What a sweet sweet baby Why do you want to hurt me? I'm king of the road Well
Shame, shame, shame Ooh, I, I, I, I, shame, shame, shame I haven't felt this way Since I was seventeen You know what I mean You're guilty of love in
Calling yourself a romantic, let me explain Been across the whole Atlantic and back again I had it with your antics, your childish games Baby, I call
Baby, baby, baby, baby I could be so good to you, baby But honey, honey, honey, honey All you gotta do is let me But you gotta tell me if something's
I met a firecracker girl on the 4th of July I'll make your momma beg and your daddy cry I'd walk a million miles for a piece of your pie I'm not a stranger
Laid the blessings on the ground Softening of sound draws us closed again Stay, stay and watch the coals Till they cease to glow like empty promises
Papa's in the kitchen, mama's in the field Murder in the hen house, mud flung high upon the wheels Rooster in the dooryard just leaning on the horn Wind
All my life I've been poor boy son, scratching for my meat I have been kicked in my teeth till the blood run hot and sweet Seen a lot of living my friends
Hear me out, day follows day Light turns to clay in my hands How to explain so pristine the pain Kindness made the cut so clean I still care for you
There may come a time A time in everyone?s life Where nothing seems to go your way Where nothing seems to turn out right There may come a time You just
Such the lazy Jackstraw always late for tea Never bothers to ring lately Says the silly sparrow a gossip in the grain Have you heard the, oh you don't
Meg White, you're alright In fact I think you're pretty swell, can't you tell? Meg White, such a pretty thing I saw your face on the cover of a magazine
When we first met we were kids, we were wild, we were insects And after a while I grew coarse, I grew cold, I grew reckless I hold this memory, hold you
It's the widow now that owns that angry plow The spartan mule and the crippled cow The fallow field that will yield no more As the fox lay sleeping beneath