White Folks Lyrics & Chords By Peter Kingsbery

I pack my suit in a bag I'm all dressed up for Prague I'm all dressed up with you All dressed up for him too Prepare myself for a war Before I even open up my door Before I...read more

I sit up all night, writing songs for you
 You breathe them in and out but they do nothing for you 
It's hard when I've spent so long creating perfection 
I give up these...read more

I couldn't stand the smell of smoke Until he lit that cigarette I never felt a temptation Until I smelled it on his breath And the night we first kissed On the balcony alone ...read more

It's not here at all I cannot recall the game I played when I was young without your little face to put me back into place I played good but I can't believe that I won. ...read more

Yellow ballerinas kill me for my money and me so they don't have to be alone theatre, but Molly seems to make it there right and after this one Molly seems to make it always,...read more