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 MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS..... (Gilkyson/Dehr/Miller)

Take one fresh and tender kiss...
Add one stolen night of bliss...
One girl, one boy, some grief, some joy...
Memories are made of this.

Don't forget a small moonbean...
Fold it lightly with a dream...
Your lips, and mine, two sips, of wine...
Memories are made of this.

Then add the wedding bells,
One house where lovers dwell,
Three little kids for the flavor

Stir caref'lly thru the days,
See how the flavor stays,
These are the dreams you will savor.

With his blessings from above...
Gen'rously with love...
One man, one wife, one love, thru life...
Memories are made of this-

Memories are made of this.

 

 NOT ENOUGH INDIANS.....(Baker Knight)

Wagon train of love,
Is movin' slow...
And I can see the peace-pipe,
Burnin' low...
You criticize each,
Little thing I do...
But listen baby,
I've got news for you:

(There's),
Too many cheifs,
And not enough, Indians,
Around this house...

Baby I'm tired,
A' this old game,
We play called,
Cat and mouse...

If you don't give,
Just a little bit more...
We're both gonna,
Loose the race.

'Cause there's,
Too many chief's,
And not enough Indians,
Around this place.

Trouble on our,
Happy hunting grounds...
'Cause you keep steppin',
Too far out of bounds.

It's hard to run,
This reservation right...
When you stay on the warpath,
Day and night.

(There's),
Too many cheifs,
And not enough, Indians,
Around this house...

Baby I'm tired,
A' this old game,
We play called,
Cat and mouse...

If you don't give,
Just a little bit more...
We're both gonna,
Loose the race.

'Cause there's,
Too many chief's,
And not enough Indians,
Around this place.

Look at all the things,
I have to do...
To keep this te-pee runnin',
Just for you.

Well times are tough,
And wampum's hard to save...
Just remember who's the squaw,
And who's the brave.

(There's),
Too many cheifs,
And not enough, Indians,
Around this house...

Baby I'm tired,
A' this old game,
We play called,
Cat and mouse...

If you don't give,
Just a little bit more...
We're both gonna,
Loose the race.

'Cause there's,
Too many chief's,
And not enough Indians,
Around this place.

 

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