A fine romance, with no kisses
A fine romance, my friend this is
We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes
But you’re as cold as yesterday’s mashed potatoes
The moon above you
And the streets below
Hold my breath as you’re moving in,
Taste your lips
Feel your skin
When the time comes,
Baby don’t run,
Just kiss me slowly…
… Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Que sera sera
Whatever will be will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera sera
What will be will be
I’ll be seeing you,
In all the old familiar places,
That this heart of mine embraces,
All day and through…
Embrace me, my sweet
Embraceable you
Embrace me,
My irreplaceable you…
Touched
You say that I am too
So much
Of what you say is true
I’ll never find someone quite like you
Again
I’ll never find someone quite like you
Like You
Touch, I remember touch
Pictures came with touch
A painter in my mind
Tell me what you see
A tourist in a dream
A visitor it seems
A half-forgotten song
Where do I belong?
Tell me what you see
I need something more
Toucha toucha toucha touch me, I wanna be dirty
Thrill me chill me fulfill me
Creature of the night.
The demons squeal in sheer delight
It’s you they spy, so plump, so right
For although the groove is hard to beat
It’s still you stand with frozen feet
You try to run, you try to scream
But no more sun you’ll ever see
For evil reached from the crypt
To crush you in it’s icy grip
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzy ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller…
He did the mash, the monster mash
And, it was a Monster mash
A graveyard smash…
Everybody else is just green,
Have you seen the chart?
It’s a hell of a start,
It could be made into a monster,
If we all pull together as a team.
It’s not easy being green
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves
When I think it may be nicer being red, or yellow or gold
Or something much more colorful like that
Look, down the lane runs my sweet Mary.
Hair of gold and lips like cherry
It’s good to touch the
green, green grass of home
She’s my cherry pie
Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good, make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie, oh yeah
She’s my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face, ten miles wide
Looks so good, bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie, yeah
Hello, daddy. Hello, mom.
I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
Hello world! I’m your wild girl.
I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
Wild girl, you must have been a terror when you were young
Or your mamma must have let you run, let you run free
Born free, as free as the wind blows
As free as the grass grows
Born free to follow your heart
Live free and beauty surrounds you
The world still astounds you
Each time you look at a star
I’m free
I’m free
And freedom tastes of reality
I’m free
I’m free
An’ I’m waiting for you to follow me
So tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you