us with your laughter and your light Let our sweet affection feed you Did I mention that we need you Lone star, lone star, lone star, lone star, lone star
John's Lennon They took her to Elizabeth Taylor to dry clean The lone seamstress, who was schemin' on Al's Green You know they shoot for the stars and
to Saint Etienne... I'm sorry, but my name is not Jean Paul, It's William William ! ! Sorry... William ! !
