don't think nobody cares A storm comes out of nowhere And you're feeling like it just ain't fair Not here to preach about the private side, no 'Cause
bubble fuck, head bangin' sideways, double tuck i got a private dorm, carbonated spanish flyin' diet form, with new age music on vinyl for the quiet storm
to walk in and offer them a miracle She's half crazy She lives her lazy life in her private, private memory She's like the calm before the storm Before
wanna see Go where it leads, from secret to secret You are what you want to be Whenever the sun refuses to shine And you can't chase the storm clouds
up for you, lose sleep for you, Rehearse my dialog put a melody to it and when it was just right I sing for you, I perform for you, fly through storm
t deal with me Cherish whoever still with me though the marriage be killed in me Normally it's just me and my lonely mind Everyone storm is different
blows When the snow flies and the night falls There's a light in the window And a place called home at the end of the storm One night on the mountain
down From these great heights Soaring pristine and private Through the storm We will cut right Cross the skyline Celebrate, come join with this storm
room A covered world The sun is drifting slowly A dead end street Behind the walls Outside the rain keeps falling The candlelight resists the storm Dancing
flight sergeant On two weeks leave-- Says "Molly McGee--no one else will do!" And seals the tea-leaf prophecy. Oh these nights are strong and soft-- Private passions and secret storms
that it is possible to become intimate with a stranger, from a distance, across time and continents, because i have knelt before a young master in a very private
When private rainclouds form And tears seem the likely solution Try to shelter from the storm Who knows what tomorrow might bring Now the sun breaks
can and jellicles do When you fall on your head, do you land on your feet? Are you tense when you sense there's a storm
kid. lt's all arranged. [Velma Kelly] Find a flask We're playing fast and loose And all that jazz Right up here Is where I store the juice And all that
's hot In bed when your back was folded Neatly between my shoulders Like an envelope and a letter And even I could tell the truth Well it gave me a private storm
'd find solace in False visions that protect us from reality Enter ivory gates through midnite skies Daylight dreamers in private
grind babe Well, girl lift it up show me that you mean it Work it all around I got what'chu need Girl, I know just what'chu want it's about to be a storm