This is my heart, it's on the line, Selene Resolutions and lovers in the kitchen Love is clueless and destiny is wishing Typically, I was a validation on your sleeve Oh what an indication To the center of the pain Through your tattered window pane To the

Or we will never be friends again We're here today and gone tomorrow oh None of us knows when life will end I wanna keep you for my friend One of us has to say he's sorry yeah Let's have a drink and talk it over I wanna keep you for my date

A country dance was being held in a garden I felt a bump and heard an "Oh, beg your pardon" Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams All around a pug-nosed dream The music started and was I the perplexed one I held my breath and said "May I have the next

Can you help me? Tell me what you want from me Baby, help me Without you, my whole world is falling apart Life's a prison when you're in love alone I need you to come back home (ooh, girl, I love you) I don't wanna be alone (you know I need you) You know

Well, I've traveled the mountains, and I've traveled the sea But a never in my traveling days Have I ever seen a little apple smile at me Laugh, oh laugh a little apple Autumn is waitin', you'd better be careful If it ever sees you wearing a frown So

'Cause I only lose my mind when I ain't got you I see you walking through the rain And I see the water covering your teardrops on your face And I know that I broke all your rules Oh, now you're looking at me, and I'm looking at you like a fool But, you

Hit the road Jack and don't you come back No more, no more, no more, no more What'd you say? I'll have to pack my things and go (that's right) Oh woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean You're the meanest old woman that I've ever have seen I guess if you

My girl is superbad That's a fact, knock your train right off the track Ooh, she's a classy girl My girl is superbad, super-stacked Got no time for photographs, watch out! And everything she does, it's always by design She's a miracle, she got everybody

Take my own advice, take my own advice 'Cause how is the man of my dreams not a man of his words? And how is the man for me just a man that makes me hurt? Need me to take my own It’s time to take my own Take, own, ooh, ooh You have a way with words Your

Oh ! Lord, I´m stuck in a Lodi again Just about a year ago I set out on the road Seekin´ my fame and fortune Lookin´ for a pot of gold Thing got bad things got worse I guess you will know the tune Oh ! Lord Stuck in Lodi again Rode in on the Greyhound