All my life I've searched this whole world through. Try as I might To find someone like you. Years drifted by But it was always on my mind. I didn't
A bottle of white, a bottle of red Perhaps a bottle of rose instead We'll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I-face to face
When you look into my eyes And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul It always comes as a surprise When I feel my withered roots begin to grow Well I never
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Anthony works in the grocery store Savin' his pennies for someday Mama Leone left a note on the door, She said, "Sonny, move out to the country." Workin
Don't go changing, to try and please me You never let me down before Don't imagine you're too familiar And I don't see you anymore I wouldn't leave you
Oh, oh, oh For the longest time Oh, oh, oh For the longest time If you said goodbye to me tonight There would still be music left to write What else could
Uptown girl She's been living in her uptown world I bet she never had a backstreet guy I bet her mama never told her why I'm gonna try for an uptown
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She's got a way about her I don't know what it is But I know that I can't live without her She s got a way of pleasin' I don't know what it is But there
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They say that these are not the best of times But they're the only time I've ever known And I believe there is a time for meditation In cathedrals of
Well we all have a face That we hide away forever And we take them out and show ourselves When everyone has gone Some are satin some are steel Some are
Well you went uptown riding in your limousine With your fine Park Avenue clothes You had the Dom Perignon in your hand And the spoon up your nose And
There's a place in the world for the angry young man With his working class ties and his radical plans He refuses to bend he refuses to crawl And he's
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around Tired of livin' in your one-horse town Like to find a little hole in the ground For a while So you go
