Per scontato non do Niente di quel che ho Neanche un minimo brivido, ora no It's the air that I breathe It's my fall at your feet It is my song I sing
awake? have we done a thing? when summer's over will we dream of spring? saftey could be disabling a crippled history is all it succeeds a safe position
fly, get high, well understood Big-ass, big brains and straight out the hood Yo, aiyyo, I woke up early took a stretch and a yawn Had a 2 o'clock appointment
in the center I lack the vocab to enter a discussion of exatly what makes you a WINNER hot SPRINGS roommates FALL into place SUMMER too soon all in the
alright, said it's alright A warm smile from a child Taking in the game The scent of spring rain A day to relax a sensation of climax It's the way
she's a product of the me generation She got a rock and roll side when you get her agitated She got the tattoo there on her derriere from a spring break
mornin' for pleasure I spied a cow puncher a-ridin' along His hat was thrown back and his spurs were a-jinglin' And as he approached he was singin' this song
early spring You held a piper in your hand to mend its broken wing Now I'll remember many a day and many a lonely mile The echo of a piper's song, the
real fea what it do what a dookie chunked a duece out the suzuki did a chow with ugk did a song with los bukies chingo bling servin fiends like a cracka
comfort me, to soothe and reassure me. But then your strength would always fail and in it's place a silken veil. Like a dried and wrinkled prune, a
' for pleasure I spied a young cowboy just ridin' along His hat was throwed back and his spurs were jinglin' And as he approached he was singin' this song
and miles until their leader dropped I was a foreman of a cow ranch, the calling of a king I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring I can
I'd spend with you When you meet with the young men early in spring They court you in song and rhyme They woo you with words and a clover ring But if
why the leaves on the trees Are falling this early as the spring? Why the leaves on the trees that are falling on us Are like the words to the song I
rude boys back in town See I was walkin' down the street about a quarter to four It was early in the mornin' from the night before Met a woman on the
and elms a cold wind blows and carries my tale a tale of rebirth, a season's change and spring will shine again an early flower fragile and shy a ray
