Shel Silverstein Lyrics
Shel Silverstein Lyrics
"Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me Lyrics"
Little Red Shoes Lyrics
I was 11 months old I was just starting to walk And Daddy always kept a big stick behind the door just in case Somebody was to come in that was drunk on moonshine, You
I was 11 months old I was just starting to walk And Daddy always kept a big stick behind the door just in case Somebody was to come in that was drunk on moonshine, You
Oh if you read in the papers that she's been seen
A gettin' in an out of some millionare's long custom made limousine
She may fool you with her smile but I can see
That's just her poor hopeless heartless helpless pathetic way of gettin' over me
So you were down at Joe's on the night she broke her zipper
And some wane brain drunk champagne out of her slipp
Insect Song Lyrics
Can you taste it on your lips The sweet mutation overflows Ever wanting to be like them Can you hear it in the air The sound of progress and its whore Infiltrati
erCan you taste it on your lips The sweet mutation overflows Ever wanting to be like them Can you hear it in the air The sound of progress and its whore Infiltrati
And she danced on the piano and she screamed hurray I'm free
That's just her poor hopeless heartless helpless pathetic way of gettin' over me
Oh she'll do anything she can just to make me jealous
Of course forgettin' me is gonna take her lots of years
So I call her now and then just out of pitty when she laughs at me
That's just her way of bravely holdi
Healing Hands Lyrics
Tonight I cried the tears of a child Who knows what fear runs deep and wild Inside But the river's in flood tonight I lay down and the light streamed across my face<
g back her tearsTonight I cried the tears of a child Who knows what fear runs deep and wild Inside But the river's in flood tonight I lay down and the light streamed across my face<
What's that you say she got married oh the poor little fool
To some handsome movie star with the mansion and a swimming pool
And she's looking good and she's got a kid or two or three
That's just her poor hopeless heartless helpless pathetic way of gettin' over me
(Pathetic way of tryin' to get over me but she ain't never gonna make it honey
written by Naomi Neville © Arc Music (BMI) Ruler of my heart Driver of my soul Where can you be I wait patiently My heart cries out Pain in
They're they're the relatives maybe business assiciates
I mean I know this woman and she's sittin' home bitin' her fingernails
Let me tell you she's just readin' magazines
She she may look like she's enjouin' herself
That's the way she looks when she's really gettin' bad I know this woman)