Clues Lyrics & Chords By Martin Zellar

A public face... A private eye... A patent shoe... A wider belt... A deeper sigh... A leaking pen... A shrunken head... An open file... A broken jaw... An alibi... ...read more

I'll meet'cha on a bus at dawn, an open top one if it's warm And if the flowers are in bloom, I'll lose myself to you I'll be whistling down a street, you'll hear our footsteps...read more