100 lyrics for "With the walk (walk)"

That's my baby That's my diamond in the rough But I can make him shine with my sweet love See that boy walking down the street Thinks he's tough but he smiles so sweet Snakeskin boots and a baseball cap Bet you'd like to meet a boy like that He's a
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You can live your life in a crowded city, You can walk along a crowded street. But the city really ain't no bigger than the friendly People, friendly people that you meet. You might be a sweet young, sweet young pretty, pretty, And at the dances you
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It's a crazy truth like I strolled out the gates of Alcatraz And I walked in the Louvre now the Mona Lisa's hanging in my house And somehow I still ain't been found out I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels, and I got away with you Well I got
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I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston
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Because I love you too much, baby Caught in a trap, can't walk out When you don't believe a word I'm saying? We can't go on together With suspicious minds We can't build our dreams On suspicious minds Because I love you too much, baby, yeah We're caught
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In this burning house I've been sleepwalking Trying to take what's lost and broke And make it right Too close to the fire But it's the only place that I can hold you tight Love isn't all that it seems I did you wrong I'll stay here with you
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Oh yes you are The devil in disguise You're the devil in disguise You look like an angel Walk like an angel Talk like an angel But I got wise You fooled me with your kisses You cheated and you schemed
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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
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When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breeze And touches with her hand the summer trees, Perhaps you'll understand what memories I own. There's a dance pavilion in the rain all shuttered down, A winding country lane all russet brown, A
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