It's excruciating I know you need to know where we stand Is there harm in waiting? Is this my only chance to take your hand? I'm torn in two by what
I don't propose that we preserve All the world inside a fragile ball of glass 'Cause I'm the first to throw the curve Bringin' all that perfect ball down
Did you get the letter That I sent you Trying to remember what the letter said After all the heartache you put me through I need you like a hole in
Let's take a walk into the sky Conversing with the stars to fathom why They're not afraid to burn To lose themselves while turning into light If we were
, prayer in stereo Here it comes, here's to You An international anthem is overdue Here's to You To the kings and queens And all the president's men
I heard it from a friend who heard it from another She said she liked the way I smiled at you in Monterey I have more highs than lows and we could add
have moved to Neptune Chorus: It must be the way that I can hear you say this now Don't be afraid Just know that I'll be with you somehow All of your
Wistful for disco We get a little misty Remembering Menu do And all those old pros The bay city rollers And Pinky Tuscadero It must be our breeding Call
who've been discarded Oh, how I need You, I need to hear You say Oh, hear You say Don't worry now, don't worry how Everything just seems to all work
When worlds collide Then drift away I will cling to the pieces The ones that point at the way to go More than anything I want You to know So here
Oh Lord, it's embarrassing I have been a cause for concern "Hallelujah", all the angels sing When castaways choose to return And so before this sun sets
From New York City to the Golden Gate The Great Lakes to the Rio Grande There's a hip new feeling, that we're awfully appealing To the universal common
December Anytime at all Love, baby, love This is my theme from summer Winter, spring and fall Love, baby, love In July, August or December Anytime at all
tell And please don't stare at the emperor in his underwear Special thanks to the snack committee Heavens, don't those tarts look pretty? Worldwide socialites unite
I want a Pavarotti voice 'cause I'm a scary Connick A solo show with the Philharmonic No fake Monet, hey, the real Van Gogh A Seventeen, Cover Girl, Vogue
Could be she got lost Or maybe she just watched a little too much TV It's hard to say but anyway it's plain to see And so she goes on like a drifting
From the moment that I saw you I knew we had to meet And from the moment that I met you You made my life complete You're the one I want You're the one
