Celebrate my death for the good times I've had, For the work that I've done and the friends that I've made. Celebrate my death, of whom it could be said, "She was a working class woman, and a red."
I'm so respectable I'm getting scared ... I must be doing something wrong. - Malvina Reynolds
I'm so respectable I'm getting scared ... I must be doing something wrong.
- Malvina Reynolds
And there's doctors and lawyers, And business executives, And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. - Malvina Reynolds
And there's doctors and lawyers, And business executives, And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same.
Some other eyes will look around, and find the things I've never found. - Malvina Reynolds
Some other eyes will look around, and find the things I've never found.
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky-tacky, Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same. - Malvina Reynolds
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky-tacky, Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same.
Celebrate my death for the good times I've had, For the work that I've done and the friends that I've made. Celebrate my death, of whom it could be s… - Malvina Reynolds
Celebrate my death for the good times I've had, For the work that I've done and the friends that I've made. Celebrate my death, of whom it could be s…
Just a little rain falling all around The grass lifts its head to the heavenly sound Just a little rain, just a little rain What have they done to th… - Malvina Reynolds
Just a little rain falling all around The grass lifts its head to the heavenly sound Just a little rain, just a little rain What have they done to th…
Love is something, if you give it away, you end up having more. - Malvina Reynolds
Love is something, if you give it away, you end up having more.
God Bless the grass That grows through the crack They roll the concrete over it To try and keep it back The concrete gets tired Of what it has to do … - Malvina Reynolds
God Bless the grass That grows through the crack They roll the concrete over it To try and keep it back The concrete gets tired Of what it has to do …
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