Be Yourself Tonight
Eurythmics lyrics
Eurythmics lyrics
"Stars On Sunday Lyrics"
P C Lyrics
Music: Christian, Peterson Lyrics: Christian Damn the machine the system's corrupted
a man walked into a bar
and said oooooooohhhhh
and the barman said
oooooooohhhhh where did you get that suit?
and the man said
give me a drink
and the barman said oooooooohhhhh
clos
spins round zooms
on a packet of cigarettes
stays on the ashtray
and fingernails
and the barman said oooooooohhhhh
maybe I just had a bad day
program crashing
disenchan
I hope nobody tries to get in my way
solid traffic
faces frozen
she came home
with cigarette papers
no compassion
just a companion
she was cooking
a casserole empty
no
to our problem
ice on the window
hands on the wheel
the glove compartment
holds a secret
stars on Sunday
you on Tuesday
I don't know
if you can hear me
Music: Christian, Peterson Lyrics: Christian Damn the machine the system's corrupted
a man walked into a bar
and said oooooooohhhhh
and the barman said
oooooooohhhhh where did you get that suit?
and the man said
give me a drink
and the barman said oooooooohhhhh
clos
Fool Lyrics
I should have seen my end coming from a long way off My friend said man she'll give you the blues, don't
ed circuit t.v.I should have seen my end coming from a long way off My friend said man she'll give you the blues, don't
spins round zooms
on a packet of cigarettes
stays on the ashtray
and fingernails
and the barman said oooooooohhhhh
maybe I just had a bad day
program crashing
disenchan
Angel Lyrics
Girl its been so long, since I held you in my arms, so i picked up a pen and paper, and decided to writ
edGirl its been so long, since I held you in my arms, so i picked up a pen and paper, and decided to writ
I hope nobody tries to get in my way
solid traffic
faces frozen
she came home
with cigarette papers
no compassion
just a companion
she was cooking
a casserole empty
no
This Business Is Killing Me Lyrics
I'm sick to death I'm a nervous wreck This business is killing me You This busines
connectionI'm sick to death I'm a nervous wreck This business is killing me You This busines
to our problem
ice on the window
hands on the wheel
the glove compartment
holds a secret
stars on Sunday
you on Tuesday
I don't know
if you can hear me