: If the lady's naughty but proper If the lady's chic-er than chic If her escorts must wear a topper And each man's the man of the week If she rides
: It's knowin' that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag Rolled up and stashed behind your
: Blue lace, her gown was blue lace, She wore the promise of springtime and laughter. Daybreak, we talked till daybreak Without a warning of what might
: By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising. She'll find the note I left hanging on her door. She'll laugh when she reads the part that says I'm
: And I wake up in the morning, with my hair down in my eyes, And she says hi, and I stumble to the breakfast table, While the kids are going off to
: My eyes are dry, my love, since you've been gone, I haven't shed a tear, I'll never cry, my love, though every day seems like a hundred years, For
: Rows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons ev'rywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block
: This is just a little samba, built upon a single note Other notes are sure to follow but the root is still that note Now this new note is the consequence
: Ah take a look and you'll see the way I have become and the way things became Sadness and sorrow are here in the little things you touched with your
: So close your eyes, for thats a lovely way to be Aware of things your heart alone was meant to see The fundamental loneliness goes whenever two can
: I close my eyes and just see pretty colors, They're dancing just for me, pretty colors (pretty colors) Locked in my mind they'll always be, You'll
he has naught To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows and did it my way! [instrumental
: What can I say to you, Bonita, what magic word would capture you Like a soft salacious mist you are, Bonita, you fly away when love is new What do
: Your love is rain, my heart the flower, I need your love or I will die My very life is your power, will I wither and fade or bloom to the sky Aqua
: Go on your way with the cloudless blue sky above May all your days be a wonderful song of love Open your arms and sing of all the hidden hopes you'
: Sometimes I think that I'm on the right track, But I keep coming back to the same place, The same place where I sought it. Sometimes you'll think there
: I'll go back, I know now that I'll go back, that my place is there, And there it will always be, there where I can hear the Song of the Sabia. I'll
: Sad is to live in solitude far from your tranquil altitude Sad is to know that no one ever can live on a dream That never can be, will never be dreamer