The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.
Their radio is louder than yours,
They celebrate week-ends all the week.
When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.
They try to get their parties to mix
By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks,
And when their fun at last abates,
They go to the bathroom on roller skates.
I might love the people upstairs more
If only they lived on another floor.
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was fo
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
Fueling your faith
In what you've got within...
In your God-given gift,
I
