Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright The sun will shine by day and all the stars at night Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii's way Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day That's the island greeting that we send to

Where do we I hope I'm right when I'm speaking my mind I hope my life is no sign of the times Haven't we all I've been looking for the golden trees I don't wanna see the killing on those leaves Maybe I'll just press my hands on it It's a lot for me to

I'll be alright without you (It's all because of you) (Try not to think of you) There'll be someone else, I keep tellin' myself I've been thinking 'bout the times You walked out on me There were moments I'd believe, you were there Do I miss you, or am I

Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright The sun will shine by day and all the stars at night Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii's way Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day That's the island greeting that we send to

Baby don't worry about it I'mma beeee right here, waitin on you I'mma be right here, waitin on you I'll be waiting on you (I'll) Can't wait 'til we make real love Because these conjugal visits just ain't enough I'm really looking forward to a future for

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

Welcome to wherever you are This is your life, you made it this far Welcome, you got to believe You're exactly where you're supposed to be Right here, right now Maybe we're all different but we're still the same We all got the blood of Eden running

If you give me what I want I'll give it to you right back What we came for They don't got it like that where you from I will, I will, I will Never forget the thrill I asked her can I have your number Looks like blue must be your color Love the way you

It's not right So here's your holiday Hope you enjoy it this time You gave it all away It was mine So when you're dead and gone Will you remember this night Twenty years now lost It makes no sense at all

I met a boy called Frank Mills On September twelfth right here In front of the Waverly But unfortunately I lost his address He was last seen with his friend, a drummer He resembles George Harrison of The Beatles But he wears his hair tied in a small bow