You feel a small tickle and look around to see
If I pick, will anyone see me...
In our humble prayer group, we begin with songs of...
But we all agree our chorus has seen its better...
Your just the kind of person
to make everyone laugh...
No fancy paper, no fountain pen
not even a card from me to send...
“Played Outâ€
You saw me across the street...
I want a man that has a truck,
A man that is simple...
Chatter, chatter, talk, talk,
Like a parrot, squawk, squawk...
I met Antonio on the plains
We spoke of fresh cookies...
A silver scaled dragon
With a mouth of red...
One slice because of him,
One slice because of her...
Clatter
She did it, She made me Hurt...
Day after day no end in sight
mess up my name maybe she might...