I'm begging you, I'm begging you. The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it And he knew what to do with it, Everybody saw it, saw the dust that
this is the love we make For love is the law here You got to know how i love it, yeah It's more than a mover You know it takes all fast, all song Stone
Driving south 'round midnight Man i must have been insane Driving south 'round midnight In a howling hurricane I stopped for an old man hitcher At a
scorned I'll tell you my story man, i wish i'd never been born I'm loose at the seams, i've broken my dreams And my hand, it shakes the pen Come on, come
Tastefully hung up on my wall Are my dreams your nightmares? i hope they all come true Get off your knees, the party's over I'm coming home to you How
Love spreads her arms, waits there for the nails I forgive you, boy, i will prevail Too much to take, come cross to bear I'm hiding in the trees with
Better man the barricades I'm coming in tonight Had a line of my dust, outta sight When i wander and when i roam I'll find a soul i can trust I'm coming
Our love, girl, is going through changes I don't know if i'm alive, dead, dying or just a little jaded Someone throw me a line You know i need it, i
Saying this revalation, call delia station An initiation, all you'd better beware Who'll cast the first stone? Skin to the bone, bring it all on home
know just what to feel Won't someone tell me my love's real? Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand Waiting for the waves to come and reclaim
When your heart is black and broken And you need a helping hand When you're so much in love You don't know just how much you can stand When your questions
your star will shine again one day Through deep blue velvet skies Shine for all the world to see The universe in your eyes When the storm outside is
Rolling Stones shirt Doesn't look like she works on the land And the man at the end, he's a very good friend Of a man who sells cars second hand Down
And now it?s etched in stone That I can?t survive alone You have the missing piece That I, I need so desperately Yes, I slip away to a day that?ll never come
come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal
pub that they call The Blarny Stone Now he's just sung in his mother tongue, "The Ancient Irish Curse" and cleared the pub completely by the forty-second
sort Enough to hurt a girl in port Marie's gone blonde and lost a stone She lay on her lawn, spun and alone And when the morning sun it rose Upon Marie
