Paper fans in sweaty hands. Shooing flies away. Reflections on a porch. A shelter from the scorch. When dog days came around Babies squalled as August crawled. Past old folks in the shade. The w
Imaginary lovers never turn you down. When all the others turn you away they're around It's my private pleasure midnight fantasy. Someone to share my wildest dreams with me Imaginary lover, you're m
In the cool of the evenin' when everything is gettin' kind of groovy. I call you up and ask you if you'd like to go with me and see a movie. First you say, no, you've got some plans for the night.
Way back once upon a time. All our clouds were number nine. Every day was heaven sent. Wonder where the magic went Angel, angel, what is happening?. What in the world's come over us?. What in the
Doraville. Touch of country in the city. Doraville. It ain't much, but it's home Friends of mine. Say I oughta move to New York. New York's fine. But it ain't Doraville Every night. I make a li
Livin' out of a suitcase. Sleepin' in hotel rooms. Rental cars and airport bars. And dog day afternoons My occupation is a picker. And music is my game. Sometimes it makes me crazy. But I would
