I don't know why, was getting so good with us, I don't know why, was getting so good with us, I don't know why, was getting so good, Was getting so good
like some kind of ball and chain You can be my Yoko Ono You can follow me wherever I go Be my, be my, be my, be my Yoko Ono Be my Yoko Ono Here we
We're all choking on the fog and war Sorry if we hurt you We're reaching out for something more Help us, we adore you Ohh, Yoko Ono Ohh, Yoko Ono Ohh, Yoko Ono Ohh, Yoko Ono
pop star history But I won't be your Yoko Ono If you're not good enough for me Oh, no, and I won't be your Yoko Ono If you're not good enough for me
You?ve heard of woman nation Well, that?s coming, baby What we need is the power of trust It?s coming You?ve heard of the law of selection That?s how
As soon as you're born, they make you feel small, By giving you no time instead of it all. Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all. A working
Wouldn't it be nice to be a heroine, Cool and slinky with an appropriate smile? Honey, I take sugar, two. While he's ranting an' raving, Could you pass
There're many things in life I can endure One such thing is poverty But loneliness, loneliness Is one thing I can't endure There're many things in the
Let the tears dry and bring back your smile, Hear the mountains cry. The tears will grow where you laid your tears, Rivers will flow, rivers will flow
Once a friend told me of his experience That he had loved somebody and in pain He had slit his arm and sent the blood to her And that he was glad that
- "we'd like to welcome you here to the dakota country and western club And in return for miss yoko ono's wonderful gift of a very strange... I'd
Kurushi Kurushi Kurushi Kurushi Aah, aah Aah, aah Kurushi Kurushi Kurushi Ooh, kurushi Aah, aah Aah, aah Aah, aah Aah, aah Kurushi Kurushi Ooh, kurushi
Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss me, love Just one kiss, kiss will do Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss me, love Just one kiss, kiss will do Why death? Why life? Warm hearts
Let your left foot lead you, Let your right head speak to you, Let your left hand meet you, Let your right woman kick you. Left hand's the right hand
I flew a kite, I held on tight to its string Each time I go anywhere, I held on tight In the middle of the night I woke up in fright Thinking maybe in
1692, six in the morning of June Sally Kegley, age thirty-four Closed her diary she'd kept for two scores Salem, Salem, witches must be hung Let my
"for the other half in the sky." Woman, I can hardly express My mixed emotions at my thoughtlessness, After all, I'm forever in your debt.
Let me count the ways how I love you It's like that gentle wind you feel at dawn It's like that first sun that hits the dew It's like that cloud with