PastaJoe

Our love is alive, and so we begin Foolishly laying our hearts on the table Stumblin' in Our love is a flame, burning within Now and then firelight will catch us Stumblin' in

I'm in love for the first time Don't you know it's gonna last? It's a love that lasts forever It's a love that has no past Don't let me down Don't let me down (ooh) Don't let me down Don't let me down

Holding back the years Thinking of the fear I've had so long When somebody hears Listen to the fear that's gone Strangled by the wishes of pater Hoping for the arms of mater Get to me the sooner or later I'll keep holding on I'll keep holding on

I'm in love with the girl I'm talking about I'm in love with the girl I can't live without I'm in love but I feel like I'm wearin' it out I'm in love but I must have picked a bad time to be in love A bad time to be in love

I wanna see it painted Painted black Black as night Black as coal I wanna see the sun Blotted out from the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted Painted black, yeah

Isn't it a pity Now, isn't it a shame How we break each other's hearts And cause each other pain How we take each other's love Without thinking anymore Forgetting to give back Isn't it a pity

Sweet, sweet city woman I can see your face, I can hear your voice I can almost touch you Sweet, sweet city woman And the banjo and me, we got a feel for singing

Till armageddon no shalam, no shalom Then the father hen will call his chickens home The wise man will bow down before the throne And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns When the man comes around

Well, I started out Down a dirty road Started out All alone And the sun went down As I crossed the hill And the town lit up The world got still I'm learning to fly But I ain't got wings Coming down Is the hardest thing

I wonder if the Patriots would rather trade for Justin Fields, by swapping their first round pick and maybe a lower pick with Chicago’s lower first.

I favor alternate history. Currently it’s Bombs Away! by Harry Turtledove, the first of a trilogy set during the Korean War. The US uses nuclear weapons on the Korean Peninsula, and the Soviets retaliate in Europe.

Sun is comin' and it's getting warmer Tell me spring is just around the corner I'm sitting watchin' all of the flowers Birds are singin' getting louder and louder And here I am missin' you Here I go I'm lovin' you Run run run run runnin' Here I go I'm wantin' you Run run run run runnin' Here I go I'm needing you Run run run run runnin' Here I go I'm loving you Run run run run runnin' Run run run run runaway

Off the Florida Keys There's a place called Kokomo That's where you wanna go To get away from it all Bodies in the sand Tropical drink melting in your hand We'll be falling in love To the rhythm of a steel drum band Down in Kokomo

Do you remember, 21st night of September? Love was changing the mind of pretenders While chasing the clouds away Our hearts were ringing In the key that our souls were singing As we danced in the night Remember, how the stars stole the night away, yeah yeah yeah

That’s 6 points lost by being too cocky. Campbell is on the opposite end of the spectrum from McDermott.

Don’t respond to him and they won’t get a penalty. He’s smart to do it because he knows they’ll respond.

The Chiefs would be a more entertaining team in the Super Bowl than the Ravens.

Rooting for Detroit, but if SF wins today I’m rooting for the AFC team.

Once, I was swimmin' 'cross Turtle Creek Man, them snappers all around my feet Sure was hard swimmin' 'cross that thing With both hands holdin' my ding-a-ling-a-ling

I like mine with lettuce and tomato Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer Well, good God almighty which way do I steer For my Cheeseburger in paradise

And don't it seem like Kicks just keep gettin' harder to find And all your kicks ain't bringin' you peace of mind Before you find out it's too late, girl You better get straight No, but not with kicks, you just need help, girl

"Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies And walked off to look for America

Someone found a letter you wrote me on the radio And they told the world just how you felt It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat They never said your name, but I knew just who they meant

Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you about the Texas I'll tell you about the Texas Radio I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night Wandering the Western dream Tell you about the maiden with wrought iron soul

Report to the dance floor honey You n your girls got moves Look at u u got back groove N I could do a little 1 step 2 I don't stand at the bar I pass through You've heard I'm a star its true I've bin doin it since electric boogalooed Maximum vibes I wanna get too