I like to listen to songs about girls, they brighten up the day Politics and twenty dollar words, that's just not my way Everytime I see a beautiful
I like the way you move I like the way you talk I like the way you groove I like the way you walk My mind is always on you And I can't stop thinking
I hate your girlfriend she's such a bitch I wanna kill her and slit her wrist She took your freedom she took your life You may be single but she's your
If you want me I'll be there in a flash If you need me Well that's different at last Say it-no delay Cause everything I do Is always up to you You got
Chorus Gotta find a way somehow Nothing's gonna stop me now Gotta find a way somehow Even though you're gone Things don't look as bad As they did yesterday
I got to find me a girl I got to find me a girl Somebody who Can make all my dreams come true Somebody soft and warm I know just what I want I?ve been
? I get When I?m riding in a jet Say I?m goin? places I like the feelin? I get When I?m riding in a jet Say I?m goin?, goin?, goin?, goin? Goin?, goin?, goin?, goin
People have misunderstandings Of what life is all about They put values in the wrong things And in happiness they lose out 'Cause being happy is
Music is a teacher That can teach you right from wrong If you listen closely (well) There's a lesson in the song Music is a doctor That can cure a troubled
(James Day/George Arno) There's a winding road and a tall pine tree, by the tall pine tree, she waits for me. Oh, yes, she waits in the little green
(Dave Guard/Jane Bowers) There is treasure hidden there, on the coast of California. El Diego hid it there when the Clera ran aground On the coast of
(Eric Schwandt) Riu, riu, chiu, la guarda ribera. Dios guardo el lobo de nuestra cordera. Dios guardo el lobo de nuestra cordera. [Chorus:] Riu, riu
(Ervin Drake) When I was seventeen, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girl and soft summer night. We'd hide from the light
(Will Holt) When I was just a little boy, my father said to me, "Come here and learn a lesson from the lovely lemon tree. My son, it's most important
(Woody Guthrie) It's a mighty hard road that my poor hands have hoed. My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road. Out of your dust bowls and westward
love, I greet thee. Take you down to Tennessee. Meet you by and by. Don't you hear them hollerin' now. Ah, my love, I need thee. Ain't there goin' to
(Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford) [Chorus:] Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun. Long
(Jane Bowers/Dave Guard) Don't you remember, Senora, when you had a love of your own? You had a duenna, Senora. You had a kind chaperone. Didn't she
