still trying to find It's so hard not to worry Cause I can see in you and me One little mystery Somewhere in history Something that used to be One little mystery
m still trying to find It's so hard not to worry Cause I can see in you and me One little mystery Somewhere in history Something that used to be One little mystery
crazed lunatic with a gun who just happened to work in the same block in the library book depository where the president would go for a little friday stroll shots fired
. there Is / the train on which I came. On the platform are my old shoes. Station master rings his bell. Whistles blow and flags wave. A little of what
She don't, don't, she don't I tell her the things she can't repeat Makes her little heart just skip a beat She blush a little bit and then I find She
Lost His Spectacles This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles. Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. Sitting on a fence one
whole lotta time I don't mind [FADE] I tell her the things she can't repeat Makes her little heart just skip a beat She blush a little bit And then
whole lotta time I don't mind [FADE] I tell her the things she can't repeat Makes her little heart just skip a beat She blush a little bit And then I
