parole So the department of corrections Will release him in the fall Killer wants to go on t.v. Wants to talk about his book Make my life into a movie
master suite, checked the shower Nope, all that is there is towels and soap Stomach is nauseous, caught a big lump in my throat Found a phone book with
bone in the chest Yes, everywhere she step went off like a flare gun Stilettos on parquet floors Miss thing, she's a fierce one, two and three Bad little
decided we could use a little something to eat So we went to a house on Rampart Street We knocked on the door and it opened with ease And a lush little
Leave My Little Kitten Alone 2:32 Little Willie John (Little Willie John, Titus Turner, James McDougal) King Single #5219 Pop Chart #60 Aug 3, 1959
took But still she's been a model child, an open book So now you know 'Pamela Jo' Oh yeah! I'll sing you a song called 'Pamela Jo' A girl with a sweet
, we could use a little something to eat So we went to a house on Rampart Street We knocked on the door and it opened up with ease And a lush little
DJ: Hey a little bit ago we were talking about uh, songwriting and listening to songs and putting down what you feel in the song and um up next in the
Marian: Mama, a man with a suitcase followed me home. Mrs. Paroo: Oh--Who? Marian: I never saw him before. Mrs. Paroo: Did he say anythin'? Marian
That Charlie Sedarka was a playing the piano Like he was pawing a dirty book He bit a hole in his big bottom lip And gave his very best little boy look
friends watch over everything that we, we do Welcome back Victoria So the pendulum swings back Welcome back Victoria You went away, okay we got a little
Cover] I've got a little black book with my poems in. Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in. When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone
, I've got a little black book with my poems in) Got a little black book with my poems in Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb When I'm a good dog
and it feels better than a tongue-kiss carbonated with the flow, orange-flavored sunkist we musically grow unto the world like a fungus amongst this, playin' the piano like a trumpet little
a while. The roof of it will have peak lines, and contours that dip; and form shadowy eaves, where the little raindrops can drip. ... That sweet pitter patter, of raindrops at play - is such a
I've got a little black book with my poems in Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in When I'm a good dog They sometimes throw me the bone in I got
will little know nor long remember Why we fought these battles in the sky And I am but a servant and a seeker And I don't feel qualified to tell you
old folks dream no more Their books have gone to sleep The piano's out of tune, the little cat is dead And no more do they sing on a Sunday afternoon