When I walk around soho
I remember gamboa
Theres a feeling
Theres a
Why cant we free the love inside us?
Those inhibitions which
The critics are never kind
they thrive on the negative
they seldom
Snow in my shoes
Mid-Winter blues
Have got me down
(Just point me
You appear on the horizon far away
My desire to be
Well, after all the tears and laughter
You and I've been
By dayHe's a grease monkey it's trueA slaveFix your transmission
Eggplant Michael FranksFrom: The Art of Tea
I've been waiting to meet youI know you're out there
Winter's hard to rhymeWe're prisoners in some icy pantomimeJust waiting
I fly soloThe Number One's my logoBirth of the Cool's
No one hereVenus and MarsAnd a skyful of starsIt's been
Here we are againThat fatal combinationI guess it's opposite attractionIt's
Some sprint to snatch the prize inMy goal's the far
Kid inside a candy storeSensationTemptationAlways gotta have some moreYou love
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