Why don't you love me like you used to do? How come you treat me like a worn out shoe? My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue Why don't you
Got a message in my head That the papers had all come Richard Manuel is dead And the daylight's coming on I've been wandering through the dark Now I'
One, two, three, ya Playing dead on the unmade bed With the book unread and the New York Times Undone in my head over those words I said to that love
Hey my friend, I know too well The pressures in this life are real You gotta come out fighting when they ring your bell Stand up for the way you feel
I do not love youisabella I never have I never will I saunter through this ceremony Confidence high, enthusiasm nil My reasoning need not detain you But
One day away from you, I'm feeling something new The way you look at me says everything It's much too late to hide, what's building up inside Hot blood
I don't know how to play it, I don't know how to say it, But it's true, Oooooh I'm losing you. I only know that maybe, You and I have got to talk things
Excusez-moi, my pretty mademoiselle, You are a french girl it's easy to tell, Me, I don't smoke not even a french cigarette, But I love my pomme de terre
Nobody told me, every moment without you Would seem so long I get so lonely and the nights have been so cold Since you?ve been gone Did I go and make
Asked my daddy when I was thirteen Daddy can you tell me what love really means? His eyes went glassy, not a word was said He poured another beer and
Cannot find the company To keep this heart alive It?s standards and requirements Are of the strictest kind And the local girls resistant?s Does not help
nicht zum Arzt! Krank, kränker, am kränksten. Was denkst denn du, wer hier den längsten ?Piep" hat und den trotzdem keiner lieb hat? Er
bin allein wie du Ich traeume deine Traeume, und finde keine Ruh' Da bist du bei mir im Zimmer Und ich fuehle immer wieder, wie schoen deine Liebe
der Plattenteller dreht ja mir geht es ans Herz wenn sich der Plattenteller dreht. Da ist Marlene "auf Liebe eingestellt" - und Richard Tauber singt
(M.Fabrizio/G.Morra/R.Fogli) Bisognera tornare ai classici poeti buffi dei licei e poi rivalutare i baci in riva al mare, le rose rosse ed i musei. Tornare
(R. Facini/R. Fogli/G. P. Bertuzzi) Fuori era freddo, si vedeva dai vetri appannati della finestra, lei si stava vestendo lentamente come per fermare
(C.Facchinetti/C.Minellono/R.Fogli) Quante cose una donna fa per un sorso di liberta questa notte la brucerei quella donna era proprio lei; per la strada
(M.Fabrizio/G.Morra/R.Fogli) E facile scherzare sull'amore, magari farci su dell'ironia, trattarlo come un vecchio mascalzone per qualche amico in vena
