Perfume on a stranger Lipstick on a glass An intimate connection From a passing glance I see you in every face As I?m walkin? on my way I sometimes think
Ain't no way to stop a man in love What'll you do about me? All you wanted was a one night stand The fire of the wine and the touch of a man But I fell
I wonder if you've had the time it takes to think it over To sort out all the feelings in your mind Sometimes I think you've found someone to do your
Are you going to be A saint on that shore Are the center left far behind? Don't you think of your soul And want to be saved Don't you want to go to Heaven
Where do I go? Every direction seems to be against the flow And who will I be? What does it mean to just be me? So tired of havin' to choose Where I
I'm gonna hold on 'Cause what I believe in is so strong No matter how long, no one Can tell me I'm wrong, I ain't goin' down I had a baby at fifteen,
Papa won't you let me go to town with you Papa I'm feeling so down and blue You just gotta come around, please do Papa won't you let me go to town with
in town would be like dying slow For every day I'd run into your mem'ry I don't have anyplace to go [ steel ] The fault is mine for loving you so deeply no man
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FIX IT Writers Bill Anderson, Steve Wariner RECORDED BY STEVE WARINER AND BY WILDFIRE She brought some perfume from Paris And I bought
When I was in college my class went on a trip To a place down the road where the county kept delinquent kids An old man with a badge said to the class
'm larger than life with just a hint of lace I'm the vanguard, I'm the air, I'm the vogue I'm the shi-shi, ooh oui-i, I'm the man a la mode President
Antes era yo peque'a y digo ye...ye...yea, te veia tan inalcanzable y digo ye..ye..yea, y ahora voy a conquistarte y te digo yea. y porfin podre besarte
My mind is flyin' round, still pulsing from the sound, oh yeah Forgot to lock the gate, close the book and seal my fate, oh yeah Gotta get back to that
If you smell the smoke You don?t need to be told What you got to do Yet, there?s a certain breed Somewhere in between They?d rather take a vote Running
I ain't going back to jail, I ain't going back to jail And tell ya old man I ain't going back to jail I ain't going back to jail, I ain't going back to
She remembers her childhood She remembers the Ox With teddy bears and underwears and fourteen pairs of jeans But she's all grown up now
She reflects on the garden She expects to be tired. With everything she's done out here She's really scuffed her jeans. She's all done now