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...
You've got red shoes, and the sports car You think...
Future you, future me You make the whole damn day...
My skin creeps I'd like to sleep World get up...
No android dreamt of victoria or tube station allergens Just...
Everybody's talking 'bout a new beginning A new place to...
It's cold outside And the paints peeling off of my...
Turn your head off, turn the nusic up Dont't let...
Ice cold, heart stone You want fresh meat, but i...
Kowloon gardens, was some where a short cut through 'til...
Picture me, on a postcard Picture me, on a magazine...