More song lyric stories

And there stands Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.

Mary’s boy child Jesus Christ
Was born on Christmas Day

My sweet lord
I really want to see you lord

(love that song AAA4)

Oh Lord wont you buy me a Mercedes Benz
My friends all drive Porches and I must make amends
Ive worked hard all my life with no help from my friends,
So, Lord wont you buy me a Mercedes Benz....

I'd like a plain simple car, a cerise Cadillac
Long enough to have a bowling alley in the back

When I get me moped out on the road, I'm gonna ride, ride, ride!

Motorbiking motorbiking motorbiking, motorcycling
Moving on the queens highway
Looking like a streak of lightening
If you've gotta go, gotta go, go motorbike riding

He rode into the night,
Accelerated his motor bike
I cried to him in fright
Don't do it don't do it don't do it...

Please wait at the gate of heaven for me, Terry.

I know you're gone
But my heart keeps holding on
To the memories of those happy times
To the love that once was mine...

Down to zero with a word
Leaving for another one

I close my eyes and count to ten
And when I open them your still here,
I close my eyes and count again
I cant believe it but you're still here

1-2-3, oh, that's how elementary it's gonna be
C'mon, let's fall in love, it's easy (it's so easy)
Like takin' candy (like takin' candy) from a baby

He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop...
He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man (oh)
A sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man...

One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one....

My lucky numbers one...

The candy man can cos he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good....

We're chasing each other, candy or numbers?

I don't mind.
You choose.

OK,
One two three four five,
Once I caught a fish alive
Six seven eight nine ten
Then I let it go again...

(plenty to choose from}

Three steps to heaven
As you plainly see
As things travel on
Remember three steps to heaven...

I'm not your stepping stone...
(My predictive wrote I'm not your Stephen Fry)

I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day on Christmas day
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day in the morning...

Im too slow!

I'm too fast.
My fingers are playing up anyway..
I'll stay out for a vir

Whats different about her I really dont know
No matter what I try
I cant make her cry
Cause she'll never break never break never break
This heart of stone....