She does not know
Her beauty,
She thinks her brown body
Has no glory.
If she could dance
Naked,
Under palm trees
And see her image in the river
She would know.
But there are no palm trees
On the street,
And dishwater gives back no images.
Black Swan
Be My Husband
Summertime
Here Comes The Sun
Cherish
Feelings
Remind Me
Someone to Watch over Me
Work Song
Nobody
Blue Prelude
Marry Me
Rich Girl
Deperate Ones
Thrill Is Gone
How Long Must I Wander
When I Was in My Prime
My Father
The Time Is Now
House Of The Rising Sun