Written by stevie nicks. To be the last to leave The last to be gone...
Come and give me that wildfire The uncivilized sound that I love The primitive ragga...
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnny Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe...
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being...
How many hearts can Have everything Never ever found the one and all The fire...
How can I explain to you What you did to...
i don’t know why i let go i want to...
Two hearts fading, like a flower. And all this waiting,...
Riot on the streets, the touch beneath the sheets It's...
Sweet talkin' johnny push a john quicker than he spit...
I got sixteen days One for every time i've gone...
oh my land is like a wild goose Wanders all...
So, I am in the twilight of my youth Not...
hold me up hold me down leave me in the...
I finally see the light Down on the east side...