Take these arms of mine, throw them away They're just souvenirs of some other day...
Souvenirs By: vince melamed, danny o'keefe 1993 Someone wants a piece of you Never let...
All the snow has turned to water Christmas days have come and gone Broken toys...
Here is a poem That my lady sent down Some morning while I was away....
Hello, hello this is Romeo Calling from a jackpot telephone Shame, shame but I love...
'twas tea-time at the circus: king jimi, he was there...
It's the final throw The final blow Break or bust...
She's got friends in high places, her picture's in vogue...
(brooker / reid) Jostle, hassle, elbow bustle In a swirling...
I know if i'd been wiser this would never have...
It seems as clear as yesterday We saw it in...
They seek us in this unquiet zone They chase us...
(brooker / reid) 'all hands on deck, we've run afloat!'...
While horsemen ride across the green And snow white still...
Simple sister Got whooping cough Have to burn her toys...