the flame A flame that Burns right through me you undo me yeah What a way to go Oh you twist and turn me ignite and stir me yeah You know I've
the run Like the flowing of the tide Paris coming to our side! Enjolras The time is near... So near.. it's stirring the blood in their veins! And yet
the run Like the flowing of the tide Paris coming to our side! ENJORAS The time is near So near it's stirring the blood in their veins! And yet beware
still and silence screams To the thunder of the Lorca train Flaming steal swift as wind Wires hum the rails ring Smokestack burning fiery sparks Rise up
of love. Oho, yeah. Though you pound this bitter heart, Down to a molten steel, Cast it in the furnace, Of your burning spinning wheel, I will rise up through the flames
I must order and constantly arouse, if you swear to catch up and throw up and up up, a king full of virgin kiss me and spin it, excuse to willow and
got word of the commotion you caused via telegram And got all worked up, we got all worked up I found a way over the fear and through the flames I'm
stirring is the scent of seduction up here in this room the candle flame licks her lips that somehoe seem to swell and she takes a deep breath again iridescent
When we do what we do So let's go... Bridge: Breakin' it up, shakin' it up I'm gonna find out how do you wanna taste it Shakin' it up, breakin' it up
they'll slip away Slip away Chorus Feed the fire Stoke the coals You never stay warm at night If love grows cold Stirring it up will make that flame
more So spake the wisdom ov snake Hold up thyself Sayeth the law ov the brave Beyond all I am Let it be known Within my blood fire stirs Thee I invoke
I'm going on the circuit, doing all the clubs And I really need a song, boys, to stir those workers up And get their wives to sing it with me just like
named Bridget McGinn Turned Papish himself and forsook the Old Cause That gave us our freedom, religion and laws. And the boys in the county made such a stir
tight it can't breath, I Can't let it go, ''cause a nigga got to eat, I Came to conquer the game, the flame and the powder And the pot, stirred it crazy
You want to see the blue print rip You want to see flames burning up the script Youw ant to see the words you wrote return to the pen, to the arm, to
tears have dried On the grave of my Clarissa Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches A fleeting kiss stirring
Careless fools, I still lost you You want to fan the flames of love, stir up passion's fire Conjure up familiar lusts, stir up past desires What