Too many hands Being laid on her Too many eyes will never see That it's dragging her down She turns 'round She's one of a kind Sometimes hard to find Like a rainbow Well, she's lost all her glory

"Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars? "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you" "This place is bigger than our apartment" "Let me know when you're entering a room" "Um, Can I get a drink of water?" "I was wondering about" "You

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

All that shines turns to rust All that stands in time turns to dust Yesterday, today, tomorrow, come rain, come shine Living, fighting, obsessing Just as long as I can share it all with you Hell and back, the beginning in between till' the end of time As

What did your mama tell you about lies She said it wasn't polite to tell a white one What did your daddy tell you about lies He said one white one turns into a black one So, it's gettin' ready to blow It's gettin' ready to show Somebody shot off at the

I'm permanent you can't erase me I'll have you remember me One more kiss is all it takes I'll leave you with the memory and the aftertaste Turns out that no one can replace me Rewind, Friday night never forget it How you let me go No more lies I'll be

She turns every head when she walks by Lights up the room with her pretty smile But you better stay away when she gets mad 'Cause she can make your world fall apart When she loves she loves with all her heart And that makes me a lucky man She can do no

Just leave me be Why you just leave me It's like moving mountains Hey But I keep climbing and hoping things would change And the sky turns gray, and the water from the rain washes progress away Just leave me Just leave me be, oh But it's like moving

Why doesn't she need him for a father? Not only maidens can occupy my shack Goring my manhood turns a man off. Like Pepe LePew would say, Hey, hey, hey! -- then we clash! I got my diddly spayed She laughs about it. Shrinking inflections if the wind blows

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November