throwing pennies at the fountain but when you're standing on the mountain it's kinda hard to aim like the tree we cut our names in, there must be an explanation
I gotta make plans for the plans I make Gotta have friends for the friends I make I gotta make plans for the friends I make Gotta have friends for the
Plan for U, a plan for U Weave to the left, bob to the right Or you'll get a flat tire on the freeway of life Go get active change your luck Lay with
Sometimes I get the feeling That I won't be on this planet for very long I really like it here, I'm quite attached to it I hope I'm wrong All I really
I picked up my things and I said goodbye Mmmm, I did it with such a sigh Walked outside, tirned my eyes to the window pane Yeah, saw you smilin' face
What if I should say I love you Would you spend some time? I'll tell you what I'm thinkin' of you But if I do, do you have to know why? When I look at
Every time that I'm with you I get scared 'Cause the emotion feels so strong I'd give my world just to hold you To be with you Would you dare It's time
Love of mine, some day you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands
I guess I'll have to change my plan I should have realized there'd be another man I overlooked that point completely Until the big affair began Before
Three o'clock on a late Sunday morning The candles have burned to their end Found the pictures we've taken And now I'm awaken and sleep's my invisible
my system But there's one musical instrument that I call mine I love a piano, I love a piano I love to hear somebody play Upon a piano, a grand piano
Lo nuestro pa empezar no es de novela Ni de Romeos muriendo por Julietas Ni haremos de Love Story la secuela Ni somos de este circo marionetas Lo nuestro
Ellen and Ben They met at someone's house warming party They didn't like each other at first I was still there I heard them talking as they found their
Your old man got mad when I told him we were leaving He cursed and he raged and he swore at the ceilin' He called you his child, said honey, get wise
Walk a mile in my tennis shoes Tina Turner gave me the highway blues But I don't love nobody but you, honey I'm true rat for the things I done Second
I was sitting in the classroom trying to look intelligent In case the teacher looked at me She was long and she was lean, she's a middle-aged dream And