gave him power over me A thousand glass eyes were staring in a cellar full of antique dolls I found an old piano and sweet chords rose up in waxed New
pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you A tinkling piano
me happiness or pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you A tinkling piano
a little black book with my poems in Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in I got elastic bands
I gave him power over me A thousand glass eyes were staring In a cellar full of antique dolls I found an old piano And sweet chords rose up in waxed
A cigarette that bares a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you. A
wild (she wild, she wild) She's sorta wild (really wild, really wild) She's sorta wild (she wild, she wild) A crazy child (crazy child, crazy child)
my wild irish rose It was a song he played from memory & he never missed a note I sat right there beside him until the morning came What a friend we
the bay, a family of seals sprawled on the kelp uncovered by the low tide. A blue heron honked overhead. All around the house the wild roses were blooming
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SALVADOR I was born in Puerto Rico We came here when I was a child Before I reached the age of sixteen I was running with the gang and we were wild He
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SALVADOR I was born in Puerto Rico We came here when I was a child Before I reached the age of sixteen I was running with the gang and we were wild
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