“Hey, Marky Mark!”
“Uh, ladies and gentlemen, uh, Mark the musician!”
“And here’s my little Mark!”
“Do you think that you’re getting big?”
“Yeah? Do you like getting big?”
Other lyrics by Mark Ambor:
Academy Street
Like the rain ruins leather Or like water in the desert We both knew We were never right Now I’m far from who I used to be But too close to our memories They still …
Belong Together
I know sleep is friends with death But maybe I should get some rest Cause I’ve been out here working all damn day Blueberries and butterflies The pretty things that …
Bruises And Stains
You never know a good thing till it passes Till it lights you up and leaves you in its ashes It’s always hiding money underneath the mattress for a rainy day And I …
Good To Be
Maybe I’m not some chosen one But damnit I’m my father’s son And that’s something I’m pretty proud to be The colder days have drawn their …
Hate That I Still Love You
There’s still coffee on the counter and ashes in the tray There’s still memories in the bedroom from the messes that we made That we made You not here’s …