my head While we're talking About all of the things that I long to believe About love, the truth, what you mean to me and the truth is Baby you're all
My Nerves 2:34 Little Willie John (Henry Glover, Isaac Toombs) Recorded Mar 1, 1956 King Single 4935 With Ernie Hayes-piano, Mickey Baker-guitar, Carl
Is it going, is it going, is it going, is it going? I don't know what you're looking for I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye, eye I
me go get my ropes I'm a supermodel and mummy, si mummy amnesty international got bankrupt (im on top, on lock) you love my ass and my abs and the video called promiscuous my style is
dark Have lost their silver linin' But don't throw away Your umbrella, ya'all ('Cause your sun is shining) Oh, Lord! I remember when your love, baby
only reveals what she wants you to see She hides like a child But she's always a woman like me She can lead you to love She can take you or leave you
ache deep down in your love bone Come on check in, in a hurry Under cover there's no need to worry Stay all night if you got the time Or just one hour is
spin till you put me back together again [ guitar ] Now I love you honey and you knew it and I don't even know what made you do it All I know is I'm
hear Trouble is the words have lost all sense to me And their meaning is not clear Tell me, tell me if you know what's going on I can't believe there is
the choice to take Guiding light I call your name To wash in wisdom lake Now we have cloth and we have honey and we have second sight But what we need is
you what I feel And each occasion is the wrong time To say I'm getting out of here Well I ain't looking for your sympathy And I aint looking for your love
li prenderei, si perche' What is life without a dream to hold? take my hand and never let me go It's part of life together but what future does it hold
down Drop what you're doing and come around We can hold hands till the sun goes down 'Cause I know that you and I can be together 'Cause I love you,
[Bong, bong, bong] Big Bird: Hey Oscar, that's pretty. What is it? Oscar: That, Big Bird, is my low trashcan lid. Big Bird: Oh, really? Oscar: Yeah
My love for you is real! There's no one who can beat you and I love the way you make me feel! Whoooooooo! Rosita: (hugging him) Whoo! I love you.
the end of the original record is heard this cute exchange: Ernie: Okay, you can turn it over now. Herry: Sure thing, Ernie. (sound of piano crashing) Ernie: Herry! Not the piano
ll never finish this song, never! (throws his head onto the keyboard) Kermit: Don, Don, what seems to be the problem? That sounded just lovely. Don: The problem is
Ernie. ...well Sure, Bert, what's a sing-along without a piano? [starts to play piano] It's ME, that's what it is... Alone! listen to that Bert Stop