I'm a fool to want you Such a fool to want you To want a love that can't be true A love that's there for others too I'm a fool to hold you Such a fool to hold you To share a kiss not mine alone To share a kiss the Devil has known Time and time again I

You gotta hold on to somethin' that you believe, Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright. Hold on to somethin' that makes you feel alright.... The gold verandah in the dark has gone down to the metal man. No better time to leave the ground And maybe

I'm sorry oh , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no And I've, been abused, I feel so used, because of you And I've, lost it all, fell today, it's all the same I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I loved you, you made me, hate me You gave me hate, see? It saved me and

I don't miss you I don't miss you anymore I just might miss you 'Till the morning fills the air Or the afternoon is fair Or the evening light is barely there And you know is not a lie Unless the moon is floating

I just adore him, so I can't ignore him, The boy next door. How can I ignore The boy next door? I love him more than I can say. Doesn't try to please me, doesn't even tease me, And he never sees me glance his way. And though I'm heart-sore The boy next

I'm sorry oh , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no And I've, been abused, I feel so used, because of you And I've, lost it all, fell today, it's all the same I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I loved you, you made me, hate me You gave me hate, see? It saved me and

My story is much to sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know in this case When I'm out in a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui Then I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face I get no kick from

Stunden lang Die Räder vom Bus, die rollen dahin Rollen dahin Die Türen vom Bus gehen auf und zu Die Wischer vom Bus machen wisch, wisch, wisch Wisch, wisch, wisch Die Hupe vom Bus macht tut, tut, tut Tut, tut, tut

Idaho oh Idaho All that love all those mistakes What else can a poor man make? So I gave up a life of crime I gave it to a friend of mine Something else was on my mind The only ghost I'm haunted by I hear her howling down below Wolves oh wolves oh can't

There was a boy, A very small enchated boy. They say he wandered very far, very far, Over land and sea. A little shy and sad of eye, But very wise was he. And then one day. One magic day he came my way. And as we spoke of many things,