WILKINSON, Meu Billy, pode ser que não se lembre

I know"Spanish Harlem" are not just pretty words to

could never know what it's likeYour blood like winter

1: Foy a little explosion of hopeNever turns the

1: Josh there anyone out there?Or am I walkin'

Forgotten scars remind us ofToo much war, too little loveBeneath the

high-flying, high-flying birdMy high-flying, high-flying high-flying birdHas flown

left at first light Friday morningLittle Dan and Becky

don't want to feel no moreIt's easier to keep

remember it like it was yesterdaySnow in the park

It doesn't matter if you're large or smallTrapezeoid or short or

know we've been out on strike for eight months

you see the first man on the moon?Have you

1: Elton am here to tell you we can

stoned in the twilightScreaming on the insideGive me your

can take herMake her change her nameYou and your

can't always count on the prayers in your sleepBut

Got this bug-eyed girlCold hand on my kneeFrozen teeth chitter, chatterShe's

if you want a role modelOf a life most blissfully

moi Simba, c’est moi le roi du royaume la