children neglected and naked in battle for with some crack fiends, like a substitute for love. And no one notices something disrupting the normal swing
show All for swinging you around All for swinging you around All for swinging you around All for swinging you around All for swinging you around All
The ghosts of the old south all around me Yeah, swing high, yeah, swing low On this porch swing in Tupelo Here on this porch swing in Tupelo Here on this porch swing
I'm melting in the sun And this is what they call the life I suppose too much sun Makes a desert Arab say "And I really love this country" There's a lot
For once in my life I've got someone who needs me Someone I've needed so long For once unafraid, I can go where life leads me And somehow I know, I'll
I've been courted and escorted by so many men As for fear of cold rejection, I've had none. There were avant-garde composers, Even 'dese and 'dem and '
art but God blinked Come on won?t you swing it sister You know You?re always on my mind Come on and swing it sister (swing it sister swing it sister)
You reached for heaven at seventeen And caught the clap from some teenage queen Took some tablets, hit it again and that's all right Sometimes you took
And when you speak there's length in excess About your storm and stress Our love was never sacred Kept me figuring out what to do L-O-V-E, I hate you
Mr. product man strolling by with a kind of head-held-high hypocrisy the envy of so many walks of life but not a type like me periodically searching through
I'm expending my last energy, I feel good, though, 'cause I'm seldom seen. A perfect picture I found in a dream I jab and move punches soft as whipped
My bag of tricks is down to just to a bag. A home for the filthy, the filthy rich's rags. Fortitude for many, a humping hole for hags. No substitute nor
those lonely moments got you talking to yourself as long as no one's there to listen you're not ashamed those lonely moments got you drinking to your
I've never been this route but it seems the same. The prescription is automatic. Our existence will only be a minute. Nothing is true, but it's exactly
dont j'fais partie Jerk, jerk, jerk Flashback, ete 66, tout le monde jerke Way back, Londres 66, tout le monde jerke dans le Swingin' London Fete
The ghosts of the old south all around me Yea swing high, yea swing low On this porch swing in Tupelo Here on this porch swing in Tupelo Here on this porch swing
du swing! Pas de rock pas de ye-ye ni classique laisse-moi danser Ma musique preferee Vive l'epoque du swing! Voice l'epoque du swing! Vive l'epoque du swing
the bleeding end of conscious, who's this? Was there anything I missed, as far as you know? Was it all for swinging you around? Exploding international