Well you play that tarantella all the hounds will start to roar
The boys all go to hell and then the Cubans hit the floor
They drive along the pipeline, they tango 'til they're sore
They take apart their nightmares and they leave them by the door
Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
And send me off to bed for evermore
The last night of the fair By the big wheel generator A boy is stabbed And his money is grabbed And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine
She is Famous She is Funny An engagement ring Doesn't mean a thing To a mind consumed by brass (money)
And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone ... ...But my faith in love is still devout
The last night of the fair From a seat on a whirling waltzer Her skirt ascends for a watching eye It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side) From a seat on a whirling waltzer Her skirt ascends for a watching eye It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)
And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone ... ...But my faith in love is still devout
Then someone falls in love And someone's beaten up Someone's beaten up And the senses being dulled are mine And someone falls in love And someone's beaten up And the senses being dulled are mine
And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone ... ...But my faith in love is still devout
This is the last night of the fair And the grease in the hair Of a speedway operator Is all a tremulous heart requires A schoolgirl is denied She said : "How quickly would I die If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?" La ...
This is the last night of the fair And the grease in the hair Of a speedway operator Is all a tremulous heart requires A schoolgirl is denied She said : "How quickly would I die If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?" La ...
So ... scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen (This means you really love me) Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen (This means you really love me) Oh ...
And I thought, be still my heart
This could be a brand new start with you
And it will be clear
If I wake up and you're still here with me in the morning...
Me and you cold, Driving in the snow... let the good times roll, let the good times roll Cowgirl king of the rodeo, let the good times roll, let the good times roll...
A mighty bowl on deck he drew.
And filled it to the brink;
Such drank the Burford's gallant crew,
And such the gods shall drink,
The sacred robe which Vernon wore
Was drenched within the same;
And hence his virtues guard our shore,
And Grog derives its name.
And there are those who
Hadn't found the breathing wrong
Is it wrong
And there are those who
Hadn't found the speaking so wrong
Is it wrong
Happened on a respirator
In the basements
Are they gone
Are they gone
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