Color me your color, baby.
Color me your car.
Color me your color, darling.
I know who you are.
For those who fancy coloring books
As certain people do
Here’s a new one for you
A most unusual coloring book
The kind you never see
Crayons ready?
Very well
Begin to color me
These are the eyes that watched him
As he walked away
- Color them grey
This is the heart that thought
He would always be true
- Color it blue
These are the arms that held him
And touched him
Then lost him, somehow
- Color them empty now
Flying
And I know I’m not coming down
You’re trying
But you know you must soon go down
All my colors turn to clouds
All my colors turn to clouds
Zimbo
What d’you say
When your heart’s in pieces?
How d’you play
Those cards in sequence?
That box you gave me burned nicely
That box you gave me burned nicely
Zimbo
All wet, hey you might need a raincoat
Shakedown, dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hundred sixty five degrees
Burning down the house
You’re a heartbreaker
Dream maker
Love taker
Don’t you mess around with me
Whatcha tryin’ a do to my heart?
Whatcha tryin’ a do to my heart?
You go around tellin’ lies
And now you want to compromise
Whatcha tryin’ a do to my heart?
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby!
Oh, oh, break it!
Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul
You’ll be my breath should I grow old
You are my lover, you’re my best friend
You’re in my soul
My love for you is immeasurable
My respect for you immense
You’re ageless, timeless, lace and fineness
You’re beauty and elegance
You’re a rhapsody, a comedy
You’re a symphony and a play
You’re every love song ever written
But honey what do you see in me
Into the heart…of a child
I stay a while…oh, I can go back
Into the heart…of a child
I can smile
I can go there
Into the heart
Into the heart of a child
I can go back
I can stay awhile
Into the heart…
Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you
If you’re young at heart.
For it’s hard, you will find, to be narrow of mind
If you’re young at heart.
You can go to extremes with impossible schemes.
You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams.
And life gets more exciting with each passing day.
And love is either in your heart, or on it’s way.
I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan
A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky,
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear
I am the journey,
I am the destination
I am the home
The tale that reads you
Away to taste the night
The elusive high
Follow the madness
Alice, you know once did
Imaginarium, a dream emporium
Caress the tales
And they will dream you real
A storyteller’s game
Lips that intoxicate
The core of all life is a
Limitless chest of tales
Tell me a story, Father, please do;
I’ve kissed Mama, and I’ve said my prayers,
And I’ve bade good night to the soft pussy cat
And the little gray mouse that lives under the stairs.
Tell me a story, Father, please do,
Of power-crazed vampires of monstrous size,
Of hordes of malevolent man-eating crabs,
And pea-green zombies with X-ray eyes.
And if you’re downright disgusted,
And life ain’t worth a dime,
Get a girl with far away eyes.
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles.
I can walk five hundred miles.
Because you’re mine, I walk the line.
Plenty of islands between now and then
Rocks break the boats of the painted face men
And they drown, and they’re born
And they live once again
And this all happens
When you were mine
In a storm like this, a hundred kisses of snow
You with another so easily sleep
What’s real and what’s dreamt become close and entwine
When you were mine
And on the bus today, I met the queen of L.A. -
At least she said she was and who am I to say?
She was sixty-five and full of life,
She had purple-painted cheeks
And glitter on her eyes
I’m in like
I’m infatuated
It’s all too much pressure
She’s all that I can take
What position should I wear?
Cop an attitude? (You faker)
How can I convince her? (Faker)
That I’m invented, too, yeah
You can hear her stilettos click
I want her so much i feel sick
The girl can’t help it, she really can’t help it now