Eric Clapton Lyrics
Eric Clapton Lyrics
"ANYONE FOR TENNIS Lyrics"
Ecstatic Bliss Lyrics
I love to look over at her writhing in ecstatic bliss what went wrong in that girls head? Musing of yesteryear
I love to look over at her writhing in ecstatic bliss what went wrong in that girls head? Musing of yesteryear
by Eric Clapton and Martin Sharp
Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears
An auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years
And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be ni
I Win Lyrics
OK I win, you’ve finally lost me. You're letting me go, I’m walking away. No fight no fight still falling apart
ce?OK I win, you’ve finally lost me. You're letting me go, I’m walking away. No fight no fight still falling apart
And the ice creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer
While the beggars stain the pavements with flourescent Christmas cheer
And the Bentley-driving guru is putting up his price.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
It's Your Move Lyrics
Whatever makes you happy Whatever makes you tick Whatever makes the days that you pass through Seem worth itBR>
And the prophets in the boutiques give out messages of hope
With jingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes
And you can tell they're all the same underneath the pretty lies.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
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You can bring a bowl of rice and then a glass of water too
And fate is setting up the chessboard while death rolls out the dice.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
Whatever makes you happy Whatever makes you tick Whatever makes the days that you pass through Seem worth it
And the prophets in the boutiques give out messages of hope
With jingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes
And you can tell they're all the same underneath the pretty lies.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
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Bone Orchard Lyrics
get the sinking feeling you're behind my head again and the more I weed, the more it grows and here I am, hung
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The yellow Buddhist monk is burning brightly at the zooget the sinking feeling you're behind my head again and the more I weed, the more it grows and here I am, hung
You can bring a bowl of rice and then a glass of water too
And fate is setting up the chessboard while death rolls out the dice.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?