The Bacon Brothers Lyrics
The Bacon Brothers Lyrics
"Paris Lyrics"
Santa Baby Lyrics
Santa, I'm waiting for you Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me Been an awful good girl Santa baby, hurry down the chimney tonight Santa baby, a '54 Convertable too, light blue I'll wait
Santa, I'm waiting for you Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me Been an awful good girl Santa baby, hurry down the chimney tonight Santa baby, a '54 Convertable too, light blue I'll wait
Written by Kevin Bacon
Strings written and arranged by Michael Bacon
"A guide book for the paranoid." KB
I'm in Paris, won't be here long
But after all it's Paris, guess I'd better write a song
It's so wonderful, so magical, so romantic
Note to self to change that line, it's too pedantic
But it's Paris, I've come so far
I've made it all the way from the bed
To my
There Are Ghosts Lyrics
so quiet, i can hear that the refrigerator is on, and i can hear the fabric from your sleeping bag, how it sounds against someone else's floor. there was a small riot that kept me up till dawn. it seemed someone had s
guitar so quiet, i can hear that the refrigerator is on, and i can hear the fabric from your sleeping bag, how it sounds against someone else's floor. there was a small riot that kept me up till dawn. it seemed someone had s
You can call me doom and gloom
There ain't no way I'm stepping outside the hotel room
I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner
I'm terrified of what's outside beyond that door
I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner
A prisoner of 424
Brought a girl to Paris, she didn't like the food
She said the time change was killing her
The waiters were rude
But if she was here now, she'd make this all go
Selfish Man Lyrics
I don’t eat I just devour, everyone in every hour All is me, is all I need and that’s all that I care Propelled through all this madness, by your beauty and my sadness I’ll never change or rearran
away I don’t eat I just devour, everyone in every hour All is me, is all I need and that’s all that I care Propelled through all this madness, by your beauty and my sadness I’ll never change or rearran
She'd say baby let's pretend we're not in Paris for the day
I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner
I'm terrified of what's outside beyond that door
I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner
A prisoner in room 424
I should visit Saint-Germain des Pres
Take a walk, down the Champs Elysees
But this room is the only place to hide
From the gargoyles, waiting just outside
I'm in Paris, I see a
A200 Club Lyrics
Why do I keep scratching scratching my balls I don't like this feeling I don't like it at all cause I got crabs, I got crabs, I got crags I got those little fuckers biting and s
ngels in the wall Why do I keep scratching scratching my balls I don't like this feeling I don't like it at all cause I got crabs, I got crabs, I got crags I got those little fuckers biting and s
I hear Arabians running in the hall
See I'm in this room and this room is who I am
And if you don't like that I don't' give
A good God Notre Dame
I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner
I'm terrified of what's outside beyond that door
I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner
A big strong guy like me, imagine that
I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner
A prisoner of quatre deux qua