The Hollywood sirens are shrieking, while down some search lit alley runs some lost belief.
The pirate he will sink you with a kiss, he'll steal your heart and sail away.
I try not to steal from myself, but the modalities create similarities.
They paved paradise and put up a parkin lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone
Won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll talk in present tenses
The land of litigation, the courts are like game shows. Take what's behind the curtain the jury cries.