swinging, swaying, records playing, Dancing in the street, oh It doesn't matter what you wear, just as long as you are there So come on, every guy, grab a
(Justin Hayward) Tuesday afternoon, I'm just beginning to see, now I'm on my way. It doesn't matter to me, chasing the clouds away. Something, calls
rue With a bell on her shoe and she wants him to make it He flicks a switch but jenny moves too fast And the audience sways to the sound of her shotgun
I may not fit the mould May not do what I'm told I will not be swayed By the things that they might say They may have had their doubts No matter what
our swerve on Strokin' on the illa of a killa For real a, when my ace go boom Bump in a barn, hit 'em with a smoke alarm, no harm You know it's time
, sweet music There'll be music everywhere They'll be swinging, swaying, records playing Dancing in the street, oh It doesn't matter what you wear, just
bars for that bitch he won't live through that Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do that He a pussy (sniff
'm closer in your arms There is a flame that flickers and sways But it knows why we're apart If there's nothing (Tear our love apart) If this is just a
no cure It's just a slow turnin' From the inside out A slow turnin' But you come about, ya A slow turnin', baby But you learn to sway-ah-hay-hay-hay A
right Despite the obstacles can't let t sway me Even though at times my vision get hazy I say we stay on the path that leads to life No matter how
focused right Despite obstacles can't let it sway me Even though at times my vision get hazy I say we stay on the path that leads to life No matter how
nation A chance for folks to meet There'll be swinging, swaying And records playing We're dancing in the street Oh, It doesn't matter what you wear Just
swaying And records playing We're dancing in the Street Oh, it doesn't matter what you wear Just as long as you are there So c'mon Every guy grab a
On a train? Not with a goat. Not on a boat. Not in the rain. Not on a train. Not in a house. Not with a mouse. Oh, no! Not in a box. Not with a fox
music everywhere Swinging, swaying, records playing Dancing in the streets It doesn't matter what you wear Just as long as you are there Come on, every guy, grab a
, sweet music There'll be music everywhere They'll be swinging, swaying, records playing Dancing in the street, oh It doesn't matter what you wear Just
With all eyes upon him except two that matter the most He says: "Green is the colour that everyone sees all around me Grey is the colour I see around her, She's just a
the field just growin' without a sound I was a boy raised in the country and it's still a part of me And you see no matter where I go it's a beautiful