You look like you could use a friend someone to confide in shit I could be him two people enjoying company we could be them I can think of better places
Talk to a mother who hates a nurse. Talk to a baby who thinks she's worse. Talk to a rich man who reimbursed The first burglar to steal a purse. Oh, yeah
Dog child, Mary 'Cause I'm the sex was good you had my mind And I, I let you come back every time You would violate and cross the line And you knew that
Yeah No matter what I do I want you to pull me through 'cause I need you Every day and every night You make wonders in my life that's why I call on you
Lately I've been picking up strange vibrations I hear my music now on oldies stations Put out a CD called 'The best of what I was' My picture's on the
Hello Hey yo Hey, baby Where you at man? Huh? I'm on my way home It's four thirty in the mornin' I know, I had to drop my girls off Alright, be careful
I can't get enough of you God gave me strength and I gave it to you I've got sticks in my spine but what can I do I can never, ever, ever get enough of
The first time that I met you, you drove me 85 miles per hour You said riding with the top down made you feel so free, gave you power I thought your eyes
is That you Ain't want me I done enough Lyin' and cryin' To myself Nothin' left To do but nove What else Can I do but leave? I believed-ed you When Mary
Unnhhhhhhhhhh, Yeah No matter what I do, I want you to pull me through, cause I need you. Every day and every night, you make wonders in my life, that
[Phone Rings] [Girl] Hello [Guy] Hey yo [Girl] Hey baby [Guy] Where you at man? [Girl] Huh? I'm on my way home [Guy] It's four thirty in the mornin' [
(Noel Paul Stookey) [Excerpt from "Talking Union" Words by Lee Hayes, Millard Lampell and Pete Seeger - inspired by Woody Guthrie's "Talking Dustbowl
You know, you and I We used to be strangers But now we are just strange And I'll fall asleep on your floor I'll wake up outside of your door And I'll
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