Chihuahua till one day he up and shot it He rode the hard country down the New Mexico line He had a silver pocket watch he never did wind. He crippled the piano
of those, Same old story-I know how this song goes, At least I did, but now I'm not so sure, Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore, Birds fly, trees sway
and behind me Swim in the deep blue sea, cornfields sway lazily All smiles, all easy, where you from? What you on and what's your story? Mesmerizing tones, risin' pianos
that it does Perhaps I was born with curiosity Of the likes of those of old crows Of the likes of those of old crows And oh, how that piano knows The piano
little Chihuahua till one day he up and shot it He rode the hard country down the New Mexico line He had a silver pocket watch that he never did wind Crippled a piano
In a short shirt and doctor martens She could kick start a dead mans heart It's not what she say It's all in her sway Shes a shock to the system It
ma femme out Je t'aime I love her so C'est beaucoup yumbo And she'll lead the way once you know where you're goin' She gotta soft sway, Does it without
don't stop Move your body Give it all you got now everybody Bailamos! Bailamos! [Chorus] Now they're looking your way As your starting to sway
ye feng wei liang shuo yao yue huang yun er zai fei wo zai xiang shui liu hua er xiang yi pian ye se fang xi shang xi zhong dai you an zhong you
In your abandoned garden, sunlight still prevails: The jasmine climbs the trellis fragrantly, the jacaranda ultravioletly sways. The blossom. each of
Kansas before the blood had dried And as he rode his head did shine like the sun in mid-July. In a tiny farm house by Brunswick piano He warmed his boots
thing you wont leave behind Rewind and play Time to go backwards again I'm moved by the way All the notes in time make the melody Hold me and sway into
"let's go" All the little toys were happy too Because they were so bright and new A little piano then started to play Santa began to swing and sway Thought
She?s the smoke, she?s dancing fancy pirouettes. Swan diving off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette. She?s steam, laughing on the windowpanes. The never-ending swaying