Is it worth the waiting for?
If we live 'til eighty-four
All we ever get is gru...el!
One boy,
Boy for sale.
He's going cheap.
Only seven guineas.
That -- or thereabouts.
Where is love?
Does it fall from skies above?
Is it underneath the willow tree
That I've been dreaming of?
For after some consideration,
we can state:
Consider yourself one of us!
Large amounts
don't grow on trees.
You've got to pick a pocket
or two.
I'd do anything for you, dear, anything,
for you mean everything to me.
It's clear
we're
going to get along.
Blessed is the one who considers the poor.
In the day of trouble the Lord delivers him.
And the waves are crashing all around.
I need you God and I need you now.
Rescue me