Made with Love

Lyrical Association Game

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She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
 
If I don't change the pace
I can't face another day
And love lies bleeding in my hand
 
hey Jude don't make it bad...take a sad song and make it better
 
When all hope is gone
Why don't you tune in and turn them on
They reach into your room
Just feel their gentle touch
When all hope is gone
Sad songs say so much
 
Don't ask her on a straight tequila night.
She'll start thinkin' about him,
Then she's ready to fight.
Blames her broken heart
On every man in sight,
On a straight tequila night.
 
Jose Cuervo, you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
 
With a taste of your lips I'm on a ride...you're toxic...I'm slipping under. With a taste of a poison paradise...I'm addicted to you...don't you know that you're toxic?
 
Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your will is not your own
You're heart sweats and teeth grind
Another kiss and you'll be mine


Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
 
Her eyes, that's where hope lies
That's where blue skies meet the sunrise
Her eyes, that's where I go
When I go home
 
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me
At four gray walls that surround me
And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming
 
Hangin' round downtown by myself
And I had so much time
To sit and think about myself
And then there she was
Like double cherry pie
Yeah there she was
Like disco superfly
I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely is a dream
 
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I've been inclined
To believe they never would
 
So cool...she was like jazz on a summer's day. Music high and sweet...then she just blew away. No she can't be that warm with the wind in her arms...Valerie call on me, call on me Valerie
 
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street, footprints dressed in red
And the wind whispers Mary.
 
Then I'm walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
 
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