Pretty woman walking down the street pretty woman the one I’d like to meet pretty woman I don’t believe you your not the truth No one could look as good as you .Mercy
So don't go breaking my heart I won't go breaking your heart Don't go breaking my heart Nobody told us 'Cause nobody showed us Now it's up to us babe Whoa I think we can make it
This old heart of mine been broke a thousand times Each time you break away, I feel you're gonna stay Lonely nights that come, memories that go Bringing you back again, hurting me more and more Maybe it's my mistake to show this love that I feel inside 'Cause each day that passes by You got me never knowing if I'm coming or going cause I love you, yes I do, this old heart I love you, yes I do, yes I do, wait for me
Well, if sweet-talkin' you could make it come true I would give you the world right now on a silver platter But what would it matter So smile for a while and let's be jolly Love shouldn't be so melancholy Come along and share the good times while we can.
I remember playing After the Goldrush over and over again, in our first wee house, a tenement flat when DS1 was just a baby. He has most of our original vinyl now!
It's been a long time since I rock and rolled It's been a long time since I did the stroll Ooh, let me get it back, let me get it back Let me get it back, baby, where I come from It's been a long time, been a long time Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
Come on, sweet Caroline You're my sweet Caroline... You know I wanna take you, I've really got to make you. Come on, sweet Caroline! Take my hand, together we can rock 'n' roll!
Yes, I've been brokenhearted Blue since the day we parted Why, why did I ever let you go? Mamma mia, now I really know My, my, I could never let you go
Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run dry All these things that don't change come what may If the good times have all gone Then it's time for moving on I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.
The wind knows the songs of the cities and canyons The thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea The wind is the taker and giver of mornings The wind is the symbol of all that is free.
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain Can you paint with all the colours of the wind
My daughters were obsessed with singing Disney songs in the Nineties.
Nineties listening to my daughters singing Disney songs!