Maybe, maybe, maybe
You’ll find something that’s enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don’t receive you
You should turn yourself around and come on home
I’m comin’ home, I’ve done my time
Now I’ve got to know what is and isn’t mine
If you received my letter telling you I’d soon be free
Then you’ll know just what to do
If you still want me, if you still want me
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
It’s been three long years, do you still want me?
I’m gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you
I’m gonna write words, oh so sweet
They’re gonna knock me off my feet
A lotta kisses on the bottom
I’ll be glad I got 'em
I’m Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter. Fats Waller
Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn’t live without me no more
Listen mister, can’t you see I got to get back
To my baby once-a more
Anyway, yeah
I can’t live, if living is without you
I can’t live, I can’t give any more
Can’t live, if living is without you
I can’t give, I can’t give any more
Yes, I’m lost without your love
Life without you isn’t worth the trouble of
All I want is just the way it used to be
I need you here with me
Oh, darlin’, can’t you see?
So play the song the way it used to be
Before she left and changed it all to sadness
And maybe if she’s passing by the window
She will hear a love song
And a melody
And even if the words are not so tender
She will always remember
The way it used to be
The Way It Used To Be. Engelbert Humperdinck
Memories
Light the corners of my mind
Misty watercolor memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
The way you walk and talk
Really sets me off to a four-alarm, child (yes it does, uh, uh)
The way you squeeze and tease knocks me to my knees
‘Cause you’re smokin’, baby, baby
The way you swerve and curve really wracks my nerves
And I’m so excited, child (yeah) woo, woo
The way you push, push lets me know that you’re ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
(You’re gonna get your wish) Oh, Lord, oh
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I’d like to meet
Pretty woman, I don’t believe you
You’re not the truth
No one could look as good as you
Mercy!
I have often walked
Down the street before,
But the pavement always stayed
Beneath my feet before
All at once am I
Several stories high,
Knowing I’m on the street where you live
On the Street Where You Live, Dean Martin
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhhood
A beautiful day for a neighbor
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
While the millionaires hide in Beekman Place
The bag ladies throw their bones in my face
I get attacked by a kid with stereo sound
I don’t want to hear it but he won’t turn it down
Life is tough but it’s just enough
To hold back the tears until it’s closing time
I survived, I’m still alive
But I’m getting close to the borderline
And I’ve got swinging doors, a jukebox and a bar stool
And my new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me any time you want to
'Cause I’m always here at home till closing time
Swinging Doors. Merle Haggard
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the Tower, and Big Ben
The rosy red cheeks of the little children
Little children, you better not tell on me.
(I’m tellin’ you) Little children, you better not tell what you see.
And if you’re good, I’ll give you candy and a quarter,
If you’re quiet like you oughta be and keep a secret with me.
Little Children – Billy J. Kramer and the Dakotas
(out of cotext, this sounds kinda pervy, but as the song goes along we find out the singer’s been making out with their big sister and, as the saying goes, little pitchers have big ears.)
-“BB”-
Once I had a secret love
That lived within the heart of me
All too soon my secret love
Became impatient to be free
So I told a friendly star
The way that dreamers often do
Just how wonderful you are
And why I’m so in love with you
Secret Love. Doris Day
If they asked me, I could write a book
About the way you walk, and whisper, and look
I could write a preface
On how we met
So the world would never forget
Chapter one says to love her
You love her with all your heart
Chapter two you tell her you’re
Never, never, never, never, never gonna part
In chapter three remember the meaning of romance
In chapter four you break up
But you give her just one more chance
Oh, I wonder, wonder who, mmbadoo-ooh, who
Who wrote the book of love
Chapter One: We didn’t really get along
Chapter Two: I think I fell in love with you
You said you’d stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four
Five and Six.
And I’m giving you a longing look
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday I write the book