get off me momma, i can’t tell the truth from the lies i can’t tell anymore, weather it’s she or the ocean in her eyes Give me a sense of it all what foot should i land on, and on which do they usually fall the postman’s sitting pretty always ...

sweet dreams is all that’s left inside you Suddenly the guilty guy’s around to say it’s bossa nova day Fifth time around’s when you knew just what you said Well, oh Don’t you know what to do? You should know what to do Last night i chased a ghost around ...