hard to get through to you Crosstown traffic I don't want to run over you Crosstown traffic All you do is slow me down And I'm tryin' to get on the other
(by Black Sabbath) Misty morning, clouds in the sky Without warning, the wizard walks by Casting his shadow, weaving his spell Funny clothes, tinkling
(by The Beatles) I've got a word or two To say about the things that you do You're telling all those lies About the good things that we can have If
