I wanted to write you a beautiful, beautiful song I wanted to write you a beautiful, beautiful song A beautiful song The kind that makes your memory
You know you don't have to tell me What it is makes a man angry But what you do have to tell me What it is that you think there is to laugh about Standing
Crowded, my life's so crowded Not enough time to do the things I want to do Faces, so many faces Not enough time to search through all of them for you
You know as long as I can remember I wasn't ever liable to give myself away But it sure doesn't look like it makes a difference now So I'm gonna cry
Once upon a time I had this idea That the world was round like me So I asked the queen for three fine ships To sail across the sea Traveling with hoodlums
If That's The Way You Feel If that's the way you feel, don't change your mind Be sure this time, I don't really mind If that's the way you feel, let
I know you think I've done something wrong I'm only trying to see myself through your eyes And put myself where I belong You think I'm hurting, I can
Everyone's got to have a cause or two No one's changing enough to help you There's something basically wrong Everywhere, we revolve out of our time And
Believe me I would rather say nothing than lie But have you heard about that so-called beautiful guy I was begging for some money at the usual time The
Well you thought you found your answer on that magic carpet ride last night When you wake up in the morning the world still gets you uptight There's
Ever since the last time I saw you, you tried to qualify my life You never knew the way I live And I'm sorry I was never for changing the things I couldn
Hi everybody, we're the Nazz from Philadelphia, home of tuna fish hoagie. In Philadelphia, we do a little thing called the loosen up. It goes like this
It's here, tapping on my window, knocking on my door It's coming out for sure It's there, floating on the air, must be everywhere Saying do you want
Innocent angel with your evil mind But not around to see me plot the perfect crime It makes me dizzy thinking just what you might do And if you should
dying was a way of life I'm not a piggy anymore and I don't share that dread The other day for breakfast I ate half of Uncle Fred I wonder who ate the other
Baby doll, you've been caught again Telling tales about your special friend But I can see by the look in your eyes I may be wrong, but you're telling
