all their tears Your eyes can't hope to see The beauty that surrounds them Now, isn't it a pity Isn't it a pity, (oh-o) Now, isn't is a shame How we
back Isn't it a pity Forgetting to give back Now, isn't it a pity (6 times, fade the 6th:) What a pity What a pity, pity, pity What a pity What a pity
isn't it a pity doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city all around people lookin' half dead walkin' down the sidewalk out of their match head but at night it
fall and all She really shouldn't take it that personal at all It wasn't her boss who had his eyes on her thighs And got a rise from her risin' off
it comes back to you whatever it may be if it isn't one thing rest assured that something will come back and pay you for your deed a shortcut's a self
A hot celly and a potbelly like Missy A Makaveli fury and a pocket full of whiskey With so much damn rage I gotta stop to pull it with me I dare the cops
isn't pretty, If a girl isn't pretty, If a girl isn't pretty, If a girl isn't pretty, If a girl isn't pretty, She should get a job, Go get a job-- Get
for peace, peace, peace... In Japan we've the right In a generous night But the Emperor knows peace is finer It isn't our fault it's a case of absurd
special A most peculiar mad'moiselle It's a pity and a sin She doesn't quite fit in '
! WOMEN It's a pity and a sin MEN She doesn't quite fit in TOWNSFOLK 'Cause she really is a funny girl A beauty but a funny girl She really is
it's just an opinion, but unfortunately, I tend to express it as a fact, and that's kind of arrogant. Isn't it?" "I think it's the betrayal...it still
when I'm feeling weak Sick City, isn't it a pity That you can't float above it when the bottom leaks Oh, Sick City Hey man how's about a handout All
where they don't belong When you get right down to the nitty-gritty Isn't it a pity that in this big city Not a one a'little bitty man'll admit He could
! Peter?s riding his horse Oh I don?t know what it is Peter?s riding his horse Girl I?m longing for your kiss yippieh ai yeh yippieh ai yeh Isn?t it a pity
the very thing when your dealing with me Begging me to bag her, and filthy heart & swollen hips And she said o my dearest im not pretty and isn't it a pity