music is my melody c'mon now gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme something true c'mon now gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme something true (basement
I never thought, I never dreamed That things would get the better of me But then a shadow creep just behind me Oh, I guess you can't run forever on your
In a desert you're standing A silhouette in motion On the glory afternoons in June I need you Just like raindrops, just like raindrops You feel so good
Millions of kisses fall from the sky, Millions of tears for sunshine to dry. Millions of kisses fall from the sky, Millions of tears for sunshine to
Pull back the chairs, let's lie down low, lie down low Let your fingers curl through mine, through mine Those sirens in the night, in the night, in the
Drawn by a smile your joints so out of place miles from the world so by far from the human race on your wildest face paint I see the tracks of tails running
time for a second chance I can't escape this basement flat Writer's cramp and claustrophobia Must be time for a second chance I can't escape this basement
can tell a dirty story In the old conservatory... But don't go in the basement! You can make a scene On the mezanene But don't go in the basement
wanna go down to the basement There's somethin' down there I don't wanna go Hey, Romeo There's somethin' down there I don't wanna go down to the basement
Well I get by with the people I know Get by with the people I know And it seems like everywhere I go Yeah everywhere I go Well some do it, some may don
Cloud so swift the rain fallin' in Gonna see a movie called Gunga Din Pack up your money, pull up your tent, McGuinn You ain't a goin' no where Hoo wee
Well, that big dumb blonde with her wheel in the gorge And Turtle, that friend of theirs with his checks all forged And his cheeks in a chunk with his
Crash on the levee, mama, water's gonna overflow Swamp's gonna rise, no boat's gonna row Now, you can train on down to Williams Point You can bust your
After a while we took in the clothes Nobody said very much Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants Which nobody really wanted to touch Mama
I'm going down to Rose Marie's She never does me wrong She puts it to me plain as day And gives it to me for a song It's a wicked life but what the hell
Nothing was delivered And I tell this truth to you Not out of spite nor anger But simply because it's true Now, I hope you won't object to this Giving
Long-distance operator Place this call, it's not for fun Long-distance operator Please place this call, you know it's not for fun I gotta get a message
I pulled out for San Anton I never felt so good My woman said she'd meet me there And of cource I knew she would The coachman, he hit me for my hook And