Standing on a corner. Watching all the girls go by. Standing on a corner. Watching all the girls go by. . Brother, you don't know. A nicer occupation. Matter of fact. Neither do I. . Than
tired and she's tired. Of this life she's been leading too long. And the times turns around through the walls that surround. To the chimes of a jailer's song Oh but in my four, in my four, in my four
Well they were given the grapes that go ripe in the sun. That loosen the screws at the back of the tongue. But they told no one where they had begun. Four horsemen They were given all the foods of
Well they were given the grapes that go ripe in the sun. That loosen the screws at the back of the tongue. But they told no one where they had begun. Four horsemen They were given all the foods of
