I’d love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All to myself alone
I could be in someone else’s story
In someone else’s life, and he could be in mine
I don’t see a reason to be lonely
I could take my chances further down the line
Hold the line
Love isn’t always on time
Time, you found time enough to love
And I found love enough to hold you
So tonight I’ll stir the fire you feel inside
Until the flames of love enfold you
Layin’ beside you lost in the feeling
So glad you opened my door.
As the sunrise comes down the doorway
And the snow white falls like rain down an alley
I’ll be sending my light your way
You are the doorway
You are the doorway
I try to sing this song
I…I try to get in
But I can’t find the door
The door is open
You’re standing there
You let me in
Gloria…in te domine
What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song,
And I’ll try not to sing out of key.
Well, I’ve got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
I think that we should get together
And try them on to see
With a kiss
I’d pass the key
And feel your tongue
Teasing and receiving.
With your spit
Still on my lip,
You hit the water.
Speak to me in many voices
Make them all sound like one
Let me see your sacred mysteries
Reveal to me the Unknown Tongue
Ooo eee,ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla, bing bang
Ooo eee ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla bing bang…
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La La (Means I Love You)
Song by The Del Fonics
Many guys have come to you
With a line that wasn't true
And you passed them by
(Passed them by)
Now you're in the center ring
And their lines don't mean a thing
Why don't you let me try
(Let me try)
Now I don't wear a diamond ring
I don't even have a song to sing
All I know is
La la la la la la la la la means
I love you
Oh, baby please now
La la la la la la la la la means
I love youLift your voices higher
We want to hear you sing
Let’s lift our voices to the King of Kings
Whoa-o-o-o, whoa oh-oh, la-la
Whoa-o-o-o, whoa oh-oh, la-la
In deserts where the dust storm blows
And lush black swamps where mandrake grows
We’re marching laughing to the drum
Waiting for those Kings to come
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
A bullet had found him
His blood ran as he cried
No money could save him
So he laid down and he died
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
She came, as in the book, Mickey Spillane
That Saturday night dark masquerade
Had filled his friend with lead, the same, sweetheart.
At half mast for the matadors
Who turned their backs
To please the crowd
And all fell before the bull
Red was the color of his blood flowing thin
Pallid white was the color of his lifeless skin
Blue was the color of the morning sky
He saw looking up from the ground where he died
Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She’s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
Roses are red, my love
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet, my love
But not as sweet as you