04-11-2012, 11:59 AM
(04-11-2012, 11:47 AM)IMaDick Wrote: Everybody talkin' 'bout the seventh son in the whole wide world there is only one
Talkin 'bout me, talking at me; talk, talk, talk...
Everybody's talking at me.
I don't hear a word they're saying,
Only the echoes of my mind.
People stopping staring,
I can't see their faces,
Only the shadows of their eyes.
I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Backing off of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.
I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Backing off of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone