Suzanne Vega

Suzanne Vega - Honeymoon Suite (Nine Objects of Desire) The ceiling had a painting on it In our room in France So we were living underneath Some angels in a dance My husband was not feeling well And so we went to bed He woke up complaining Of an achi

My name is Luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes I think youve seen me before If you hear something late at night Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight Just dont ask me what it was I think its because Im clumsy I try not to

New York City spread herself before you With her bangles and her spangles and her stars You were impressed with the city so undressed You had to go out cruising all the bars Your business trip extended through the weekend Suburban boy here for your f

Ante up. And don't be shy. Who is that man who is catching my eye? What's underneath all of the deadpan face? Sitting so pretty with a criminal grace? Lamebrain Pete wants to Spit in the Sea. He's got a cool hand but it isn't for me. Butcher Boy thin

In Liverpool On Sunday No traffic On the avenue The light is pale and thin Like you No sound, down In this part of town Except for the boy in the belfry He's crazy, he's throwing himself Down from the top of the tower Like a hunchback in heaven He's

Tom's Diner I am sitting In the morning At the diner On the corner I am waiting At the counter For the man To pour the coffee And he fills it Only halfway And before I even argue He is looking Out the window At somebody Coming in "It is always Nice t