Another Passenger
CARLY SIMON lyrics
CARLY SIMON lyrics
"Dishonest Modesty Lyrics"
End Of The Bargain Lyrics
So tell me what the hell sense does it make To call yourself alive but to be fake? Cause friendships full of bull cannot be saved
You come on strong telling everyone
About your latest role
How you saved the movie, stole the show
Well everybody knows
And if you have no time for all your offers
You'll see that I get called
And if you have no time for all your men
You'll see that I
Well I don't expect humility
But what about some good old dishonest modesty
You say that you can understudy
All the other parts
You can write a song that'll make us cry
That touches all our hearts
And you can House and Garden,
But I know you can Bitch and Screw
And Penthouse just as well
I don't expect humility
But what about some good old dishonest modesty
You try to be unique
But somehow something's wrong
'Cause your flower childish vision of life
Cannot last too long
You're over thirty and underweight
Though you call yourself petite
And you hang around with all the clowns
You think they're so elite
Well I don't expect humility
But what about some good old dishonest honesty
So tell me what the hell sense does it make To call yourself alive but to be fake? Cause friendships full of bull cannot be saved
You come on strong telling everyone
About your latest role
How you saved the movie, stole the show
Well everybody knows
And if you have no time for all your offers
You'll see that I get called
And if you have no time for all your men
You'll see that I
Standing on the Promises Lyrics
(Celso Carter) Standing on the promises of Christ my King Through eternal ages let His praises ring Glory in the hig
get balled(Celso Carter) Standing on the promises of Christ my King Through eternal ages let His praises ring Glory in the hig
Well I don't expect humility
But what about some good old dishonest modesty
You say that you can understudy
All the other parts
You can write a song that'll make us cry
That touches all our hearts
And you can House and Garden,
Black Sunday Lyrics
I can't breath at all It hurts to think that a sound could heal my wounds feeling I've been betrayed Black Sunday
Vogue and Glamour, MademoiselleI can't breath at all It hurts to think that a sound could heal my wounds feeling I've been betrayed Black Sunday
But I know you can Bitch and Screw
And Penthouse just as well
I don't expect humility
But what about some good old dishonest modesty
You try to be unique
But somehow something's wrong
'Cause your flower childish vision of life
Cannot last too long
You're over thirty and underweight
Though you call yourself petite
And you hang around with all the clowns
You think they're so elite
Well I don't expect humility
But what about some good old dishonest honesty