| Sitting here wasted and wounded, at this old piano, Trying hard to capture the moment, this morning I don’t know. ‘Cause a bottle of Vodka is still lodged in my head, And some blond gave me nightmares, I think that she’s still in my bed. As I dream about movies they won’t make of me when I’m dead. With an ironclad fist I wake up and french kiss the morning, While some marching band keeps it’s own beat in my head while we’re talking About all of the things that I long to believe, About love and the truth and what you mean to me. And the truth is, baby you’re all that I need. I want to lay you down in a bed of roses, For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails. I want to be just as close as, the Holy Ghost is. And lay you down, on a bed of roses. Well I’m so far away, each step that I take is on my way home, A king’s ransom in dimes I’d given each night just to see through this payphone. Still I run out of time, or it’s hard to get through, Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you, I’ll just close my eyes and whisper, baby blind love is true. I want to lay you down in a bed of roses, For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails. I want to be just as close as, the Holy Ghost is. And lay you down, on a bed of roses. The hotel bar hangover whisky’s gone dry, The barkeeper’s wig’s crooked, and she’s giving me the eye. I might have said yeah, but I laughed so hard I think I died. When you close your eyes, know I’ll be thinking about you. While my mistress she calls me to stand in her spotlight again. Tonight, I won’t be alone, but you know that don’t mean I’m not lonely. I’ve got nothing to prove for it’s you that I’d die to defend. I want to lay you down in a bed of roses, For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails. I want to be just as close as, the Holy Ghost is. And lay you down, on a bed of roses. |
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She can kill with a smile She can wound with her eyes She can ruin your faith with her casual lies And she only reveals what she wants you to see She hides like a child But she's always a woman to me She can lead you to live She can take your or leave you She can ask for the truth But she'll never believe you And she'll take what you give her as long as it's free She steals like a thief But she's always a woman to me Oh-she takes care of herself She can wait if she wants She's ahead of her time Oh-and she never gives out And she never gives in She just changes her mind She will promise you more Than the Garden of Eden Then she'll carelessly cut you And laugh while you're bleeding But she'll bring out the best And the worst you can be Blame it all on yourself Cause she's always a woman to me She is frequently kind And she's suddenly cruel She can do as she pleases She's nobody's fool But she can't be convicted She's earned her degree And the most she will do Is throw shadows at you But she's always a woman to me |
| This is a song by Billy Joel. The first time I heard that song was a few years ago. My science teacher played that song in the morning and told us that everytime he listens to it, he can't stop thinking about his wife and I could see he felt like crying. I also couls see how much he loved her. They are not together anymore. His marriage was going nowhere and he wanted to save it but she she was not on the same path as him. Now, everytime I listen to that song, it reminds me of his eyes, eyes of pain and love. |
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| There is nothing much to say about Jon Bon Jovi. He's a great poet. Yes, he may say "baby" many times but he's still a great poet. |
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