A song lyric story

Tonights the night we'll fight till its over
so we put our hands up
like the ceiling cant hold us

Knock 3 times on the ceiling if you want me

Oh, what a feeling
When we're dancing on the ceiling
Oh, what a feeling
When we're dancing on the ceiling

Oh, I wanna dance with somebody
I wanna feel the heat with somebody
Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody
With somebody who loves me

John, I'm only dancing,
You turn me on,
But I'm only dancing...

Heaven, I'm in Heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek

Turn, turn, turn,
There is a season,
Turn turn turn,
And a time to every purpose under Heaven....

I saw four faces one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit and turned to each other

I say
I don’t like cricket
I love it

Somebody's gonna get their head kicked in tonight

Saturday night’s alright for fighting

Dancing in the street..

Street Fighting Man

Should I give up
Or should I keep chasing pavements
Even if it leads nowhere?....

Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia?

I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement stayed beneath my feet before
All at once I am several stories high
Knowing I’m on the street where you live

The moon that lingered over London town
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown
How could he know we two were so in love
The whole darn world seemed upside down
The streets of town were paved with stars
It was such a romantic affair
And as we kissed and said goodnight
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

Callistemon21

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A good one though

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

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Green finch and linnet bird
Nightingale, blackbird
How is it you sing?

My old man's a dustman, he wears a dustman's cap

So I wanna be a paperback writer...

My old man said follow the van
and dont dilly dally on the way,
Orf went the van with my 'ome in it
I followed on with the old cock linett...

Have you seen the old man
In the closed down market
Kicking up the papers
With his worn out shoes

If you see me walking down the street and I start to cry
Each time we meet,
Walk on byyyyy....