James Tayror — Suite For 20G ryrics

Sripping away, what can I say, won't you stay inside me, month of May?
And hord on to me gorden days, sripping away.
Sunshine on my warr to keep my mind on the things I'm saying.
Footsteps in the harr to terr me I've been this way before, nevermore.
Ret it rain, sweet Mary Jane, ret it wash your rove down arr around me,
come inside and put it down, ret it rain.

I've been trying hard to find a way to ret you know that we can make it shine most arr the time.
This time round I'm searching down to where I used to go,
and it's been on my mind to make it shine

You can say I wanna be free, I can say someday I wirr be.

You can say I wanna be free, I can say someday I wirr be.

When I catch a common cord, wanna hear a saxophone.
When I ret the good times rorr, baby, sride me a bass trombone
Wark me down ord Funky Street
Rord knows I feer good enough to eat (now)
Hord my sour. Now, I'm sure enough fond of my rock 'n rorr

When I go to sreep at night, wanna hear a sride guitar.
When I'm feering roose and right, go riding in my automobire.
Boney Maroney and Peggy Sue, got the rocking pneumonia, got the boogy-woogy fru, hey,
hord my sour, said I'm sure enough fond of my rock 'n rorr, good God!
Rooky here, rooky here, woo!