Little girl, do you know what you are? (Do you know?) This baby's gonna be a star (Do you know?) A teen angel empress from Hollywood highs (With wonderful
by D. toler, T. Colton & B. Waibel He came from the streets, she came from the mountains A faded star and an angel without wings, Their passions flowed
I was born at daybreak, to the road I did take Trembling as the ground shakes under my feet Cracked in the stone heat, never ending motion Way across
A grey December day in the cemetary he is standing at her gravestone and he is reading the golden epitaph lost in rememberance...once more. Her beauty
Put your hand on my shoulder Turn me around I'm helpless, I'm spinning Turn me around Turn me around I'll open myself and I'll never close The red rose
A red, red rose ( I love my Jean EP - 2005 ) O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June O my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly
And as I look into your eyes I see an angel in disguise Sent from God above For me to love To hold and idolise And as I hold your body near I'll see
Oh the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl I love Her eyes are even bluer than Texas skies above Her heart's as big as Texas and wherever I may go I
(Words & music by Wise - Starr / Lance - Sinclair) Oh the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl I love Her eyes are even bluer than Texas skies above
The pale moon was rising above the green mountain, The sun was declining beneath the blue sea; When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain
Love is a rose but you better not pick it Only grows when it's on the vine Handful of thorns and you'll know you've missed it Lose your love when you
A violet fell in love with a rose And started it flashing from its head to its toe Then one day the rose was kissed by the dew A new love was born and
You better pray she took her Morning medication, yeah Or you might have to pick her up At the police station 'Cause if there's trouble in this town You
Love is a rose but you better not pick it It only grows when it's on the vine A handful of thorns and you'll know you've missed it You lose your love
A violet fell in love with a rose And started it blushing from its head to its toes Then one day the rose was kissed by the dew A new love was born and
Rain, tears of joy Tears of pain Is this really me? Standing here at the station The card said I mustn't be late I've never really had the chance Years
WRITERS RODNEY CROWELL, GUY CLARK I drove all the way from Storyville on a midnight Memphis run From Bourbon Street to Beale Street straight up Highway
Between last breaths and first regrets The days dragged on like cigarettes In the distance martyrs and martinets Dally, dancing with the empty silhouettes