It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won’t you be my neighbor?
I’m confessin’ that I love you
Tell me do you love me too?
I’m confessin’ that I need you
Honest, honest I do
Once in a blue moon
There’s a thing called happiness
It happens when you’re in
A state of natural grace
When the grass is growing
All around the fence
And you get that happy feeling
Everything starts making sense
And you get so lucky
That you can’t go wrong
Once in a blue moon
First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect
Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect
You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line
'Tis the gift to be simple,
'Tis the gift to be free,
'Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
It will be in the valley of love and delight.
Money, money, money, money, money (x6)
Some people got to have it
Some people really need it
Listen to me y’all, do things, do things, do bad things with it
You wanna do things, do things, do things, good things with it
Marty Robbins’s song “One Man’s Trash (is Another Man’s Treasure),” from the album With Love, peaked at number 72 on the charts back in 1980. Two years later Robbins was inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame posthumously. Check out his website (martyrobbins.com) and decide for yourself whether the “black shirts with beautiful 4-color artwork” (which you can find by clicking on “collectibles” and scrolling past the Collector’s Coin (($34.95)) and the Christmas Cassette ((a steal at $10!))) are trash or treasure.
They say my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be popping
I’m standing at my locker
And all the boys keep stopping
They say my lip gloss is popping
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jocking
They chase me after school
I don’t bother chasing mice around
I slink down the alley looking for a fight
Howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night
Singin’ the blues while the lady cats cry,
“Wild stray cat, you’re a real gone guy.”
I wish I could be as carefree and wild,
but I got cat class and I got cat style.
It was just an average Saturday morning back in April 2009 when Kelly Jent's life changed forever. Kelly, a Springfield resident and 33-year-old mother of three, was helping a friend with a yard sale when she suddenly felt the uncontrollable urge to go to the bathroom.
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