Hank Snow Lyrics
Hank Snow Lyrics
"My Arabian Baby Lyrics"
All I'll Need From You Lyrics
I know you're a woman a sensitive kind A fairy-tale princess with hearts on your mind Who needs to be showered with candy and f
I know you're a woman a sensitive kind A fairy-tale princess with hearts on your mind Who needs to be showered with candy and f
Recorded by Hank Snow
Well her eyes they sparkle like the sandy dunes
And her voice it rings like all the latest tunes
And when she speaks my name her eyes fairly light up and shine
She's my Arabian baby and maybe she'll soon be mine
I've tr
Proposals Lyrics
Let's get one thing straight: we don't have any answers We are proposals in a cosmic nursery And these massive stars -- they'
aveled this whole world over and never have I seen Let's get one thing straight: we don't have any answers We are proposals in a cosmic nursery And these massive stars -- they'
Such eyes, such lips, such lucious charms on such a lovely queen
So with an eye to the future I will make my plans
I'm a-gonna get a ring on a lilly white hand
And I'll count all the pleasures that I know
The Edge Of Sanity Lyrics
they call me insane i'm not to blame falling apart into pieces if you'd open your eyes you could see through the lies blood
will soon be mine they call me insane i'm not to blame falling apart into pieces if you'd open your eyes you could see through the lies blood
And my Arabian baby and me are gonna live just fine
Guitar melody lead break
She puts all the princesses in the shade
With her lips of fire and her eyes of jade
And her charms as warm as the tingle of cherry wine
She's my
They Might Be Giants Lyrics
Hang on Hang on tight They might be giants (boy) They might be giants They might be rain They might be heat Arabian baby and maybe she'll soon be mine
Well I've got the license and the preacher man
She's got the frills, I'm gonna bring her a band
And everybody will dance till the sun begins to shine
On the day that I make my Arabian baby all mine
Hang on Hang on tight They might be giants (boy) They might be giants They might be rain They might be heat
Well I've got the license and the preacher man
She's got the frills, I'm gonna bring her a band
And everybody will dance till the sun begins to shine
On the day that I make my Arabian baby all mine