In the eyes of the strangers

Of the brothers in others

Look for you as I venture

Out in arms of another

I would look for your face

Whether bound or not

Like convicted by faith

Jazzman looks for that note

[Chorus]

I am looking for your heart of gold

I am looking for those eyes that scald

For your smile that won’t get old

I am looking for my pot of gold

I keep looking for you

In the songs of the others

Like a newborn would look

For the breast of his mother

Like those lost in the dark

Looking for a way out

You’re the light, you’re the spark

I will find you no doubt

[Chorus]

I am looking for your heart of gold

I am looking for those eyes that scald

For your smile that won’t get old

I am looking for my pot of gold

That won’t get old

Looking for my pot of gold

Hi and welcome to my mind

The only place where you are mine

I won’t scare you, I won’t talk

I’ll just watch you through the fog

Two times two’s not always four

I want you but you love her

You love pain, oh what a catch

I finally met my perfect match

[Chorus]

Your heart is crying but not for me

Your heart is trying but not for me

Your heart is broken but still I hope

Your heart is taken, it’s not your fault

Love they say a losing game

She hurts you but I’m to blame

Fate is choking with soft gloves

You’re Mr. Stuck and I’m Mrs. Love

I won’t drink and I won’t smoke

I’ll go shopping till I’m broke

The three of us a twist of fate

You’re Mr. Stuck and I’m Mrs. Wait

[Chorus]

Your heart is crying but not for me

Your heart is trying but not for me

Your heart is broken but still I hope

Your heart is taken, it’s not your fault

The three of us a twist of fate

You’re Mr. Stuck and I’m Mrs. Wait

[Chorus]

Your heart is crying but not for me

Your heart is trying but not for me

Your heart is broken but still I hope

Your heart is taken, it’s not your fault

It was a happy grinning day

The sun was spilling his affection

Got in a car and on my way

A sunrays showing me direction

I’m on my way

I’m on my way

Along the ocean waves are training

The wind has whispered you are blessed

Then through the city roofs are tanning

The summer sports a green sun dress

I’m on my way

I’m on my way

On this perfect summer day

Everything is clear and simple

I want to kiss your smiling dimple

[Verse 2]

Drawbridge detour at the museum

And stop again a road repair

It takes too long like to New Zealand

My muffler sighing in despair

I’m on my way

Road signs turning green with envy

We can’t go with you or can we

The final mile, the green light twinkles

To let me go and kiss your dimples

[Chorus]

I’m on my way I’m on my way

On this perfect summer day

Everything, everything is clear and simple

I want to kiss your smiling dimple

Have you seen my baby?

You should see him walk.

When he passes neighbors,

they know he owns the block.

                        Step, step, step – his shoulders swing

                        left to right – he’s head up high.

                        Jump, jump, jump – a wound spring.

                        Up, up, up – he’s a King

Have you seen my baby?

You should see him smile – 

our solar system brightens.

I swear. I wouldn’t lie.

                         I want to kiss his cheeks all right.

                         His dimples are so deep and cute. 

                         From left to right– his lips spread wide.

                         His smile’s so bright that I go blind.

                     

Have you seen my baby?

You should see him dance!

C’mon! It ain’t too shabby.

You’ll, too, become his fans.

                         Hop, hop, hop. Today I’ll score. 

                         He holds me tight – he’s glad to see me.

                         Tap, tap, tap – he’s on the floor

                         A dance of     a     toreador. 

               

Have you seen my baby?

You must see him play

jazz, hip-hop, or reggae.

His up-right cello sways.

                         Click, click, click – his fingers pinch

                         strings of my soul and my mind.

                         Zoom, zoom, zoom – he’s fingers slide  

                         up and down, and to the side.

I saw you walking down the street –

foot loose and fancy free.

Your blinding smile was like a treat

– fruit from a garden tree.

I stood there thinking – Game is up

full of fuss and feathers.

Then I walked into your trap.

Fruits are to be gathered.

Chorus:

Garden of Eden.

The sweetest fruit – forbidden.

Patience is bitter,

but its fruit is sweeter.

Fruits are good for making wine –

semi-sweet or brut.

Give me yours – I’ll give you mine.

It’s time to gather fruits.

I picked the entire crop.

The jealous moon – my witness.

Then I heard the words you dropped:

Forbidden fruit – the sweetest.

Chorus.

The heels foxtrotting on a cobble stone.

Both Carolinas – fast asleep. No shit!

I’m skipping to the club. I’m almost there.

You play tonight and I don’t want to miss a beat.

When by the door, a smoky fog is blocking.

Tight velvet dress and shiny silky stockings.

They are so thin, just like my own skin.

And gloves – so high, they cover all my sins.

Chorus:

A serenade. At last. A cello solo.

Its soothing tone – a velvet glove.

It swings, it sways while making love.

A silky rain of stars is falling.

The crystal goblets chime as back up vocals.

You’ve made it here – out on a paid bail bond.

You’re waiting with a matchbook in your pocket.

“Left-handed” cigarette of mine is in my skinny wand.

It looks so chic – streamlines my silhouette.

The velvet curtains blend in with your bow a smoking.

We look so posh – up to this joint’s etiquette.

Your smile reflects on my red lips. We’re smoking!

Chorus:

Your turn. At last. A cello solo.

Its soothing tone – a velvet glove.

It swings and sways while making love.

A silky rain of stars is falling.

Daybreak has burped. The magic’s winding down.

A busboy’s sweeping all those fallen stars.

We’re taking off our shiny “royal” crowns.

– Here is your scarf… We’re going back to our scars.

I don’t need nobody’s guiding

where to shop for better kisses.

I am dreaming of Black Friday,

while you wait for your White Christmas.

When I shop I go to town.

I’ll find the best song ever.

You’re my Soul, Blues, Motown.

Better late, than never.

Our song begins with a big fat treble.

Black notes are swinging on white paper.

Your bass vibrates and my heart trembles.

Together we’re like salt and pepper.

Chorus:

We are the song that will go on.

My song is more than meets the eye.

The keys of your accordion

will play forever till I die.

Give me all your heart and soul,

I won’t take half of heart.

I’ll cover you with the whitest snow.

Give me, give me all you’ve got.

Let’s mix milk with sweet Kahlua

to make White Russian. Throw the dice!

Let’s see what happens – fate or mullah

What about love? Love is our prize.

It’s not black clouds that I see

When I look in your eyes.

White sail swings in the Black sea.

Black sea of love, where my boat capsized.

I asked my baby for a new Mercedes Benz.

One rainy day, my baby said: I swear!

I asked my man for a Mercedes Benz

no ifs or ands or buts or whens,

But all I got was a ride in a rocking chair.

Chorus:

Get the ball rolling!

It’s as easy as bowling.

Get the ball rolling

When will you get it done

I asked my baby: Give me diamonds, gold and more.

One sunny day, when I was counting freckles.

I asked my baby: Give me diamonds, gold and more.

But all I’ve got was a tiny pearly necklace.

Chorus

My baby promised he’d cook for me a brunch.

One Sunday morning, said he’s on a roll.

My baby promised he’d cook for me a brunch.

But all I got was a tiny jelly roll.

Chorus.

I asked my baby for a good roll in the hay

one summer night when sitting by the river.

I asked my baby for a good roll in the hay,

But all I’ve got – the worst case of Hay fever.

get the ball rolling!