Six White Russians & a Pink Pussycat

Lazy on the couch On a Sunday afternoon I'm listening to Miles That�s why I miss you While floating on his jazzy sounds�. I'm lifting my glass again Sunlight whispers rainbows on the wall I know, I know, I know But I can�t believe it I really do not

Laying on our backs in the grass Sunlight tickles the tree Scatters its seeds on us Like a silver rain Just to see you breathing Lifts me up Watching you is a dream Please don't wake me up 'Cause I've been told there's so much more To wake up for I g

Does it have to be a sad song? Isn\'t it a shame? The ones I try the hardest with Never stay the same And I just can\'t decide if it\'s good or bad The times I hold the dearest are the times we never had We\'ve yet to have We\'ve yet to have And isn\

Smoky room, city noises Traffic lights and a lot of different voices A breeze in the trees Evening sun... oh yeah it's Saturday Sweet summer music very fine Too many shiny lips Drinking too much wine Flying dresses red and blue Seem to walk in circle