it was a graveyard smash
gimme gimme gimme, don't ask what for
there's some kind of love, there's some kind of hate
we're gonna have a tv radio party tonight, alright
just a quick message
CRAIG MURPHEY, 1981-2007 / to call for hands of above to lean on wouldn't be good enough for me
walk her every day into a shady place
old child, young child feel all right on a warm san franciscan night
i was out of your league and you were 20,000 underneath the sea
all i wanna do is...and a...and take your money
if i only could, i'd make a deal with God and i'd get him to swap our places
i always wanted all the best for her, the best thing was to stay away
well i got down on my knees and i pretend to pray.