Here on the street
Feeling the cool of the dawn
Martin Luther B.B. King
You had a dream and you make
Oh oh I feel the city rhythm
Oh oh I
I saw you so pretty
Your face lit up the
Album: Windows In The Jungle
Milk and honey
Your lips
The hands on the clock seem to stick to the
Working girls don't stand a chance
Typing pools are full
You never asked me to love you
I did it all