Metoda duży lotek Tables Will Turn

Each night, just about sunset
I watch you passing my door
It's all I can do
Not to run to you
'Cause I don't want to cry anymore

Nighttime, when there is moonlight
The same old moon I knew before
It's all I can do
Not to run to you
'Cause I don't want to cry anymore

All that I know about happiness
I found just being with you
Then I would find myself losing my mind
Over some careless thing you would do

Oh, why can't I forget you
I know so well what is in store
A moment or two
Up in the clouds with you
Then back where I was before

(Sung to the tune of "Frosty the Snowman")
TRINA
Kvetchy the teacher
Was a total pedagogue;
Did a student make
But a sole mistake,
She would mark it in her log.
She disciplined
Like the monsoon wind
And gave many a detention;
If someone still
Broke her rules: "I will
Assign you a suspension!"
Kvetchy the teacher
Was as mean as mean could be;
Not a student smiled
Who had been beguiled
By her visage of amiability.
She bestowed
A rigid code
Of propriety and prudence;
And if someone broke
The rules she spoke,