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Vinton may refer to:
Bobby Vinton -- Roses Are Red (My Love)
[] Artist: Bobby Vinton [] Title: Mr. Lonely [] Album: {original} Roses are Red (1964)
American Bandstand. November 07, 1964. Previously uploaded on my Beech-Nut channel, I am also uploading it here as it is a 60's performance. I just didn't have a 2nd channel at the time, and the integrity of the music blended well with the Beech-Nut shows.
Click below to find out where you can buy the Vinton: http://www.tollbrothers.com/design_corner/home_design_tours?mpid=1856 The charming Vinton has "welcome" written all over it. The expansive open kitchen is the perfect gathering spot for family and friends with its large center island, a breakfast bar, and the adjacent sunlit breakfast area. Just off the kitchen, the outdoor living area is a great place to enjoy coffee and conversation. But it all begins with an inviting two-story foyer flanked by a study and a formal living room. The two-story family room is entered beneath a barrel-vault ceiling and includes a fireplace. The first-floor master bedroom features a tray ceiling and luxurious master bath with a Roman tub, a shower with a seat, dual vanities, a private toilet area, and two...
B-side of "Rain Rain Go Away", released as a single in August 1962. Written by Bobby Vinton.
This is the lyrics of the song "Blue Velvet" by Bobby Vinton, from the album ''Blue on Blue'' (1963) It was written in 1950 by Bernie Wayne and Lee Morris. I made all the video by myself but I, however, do not own the music. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED ------------------------------------------ Subscribe to my channel for more high quality lyrics videos!
I'm a little teapot short and stout
Smash me apart and fucking spill me out
I'm a piece of shit
I'm a fucking mess
I'm a little wounded bird
I fell out of my nest
I've been busy tearing out my motherfucking mind
Don't wanna kill myself
Want to rip out my fucking eyes
To all the noises that live here
And the answers in my brain
To all the TV cameras
And the innocence they play
To the fucking cults
To the pop star teens
To the crooked politicians and the ones who believe
I've been busy tearing out my motherfucking mind
Don't wanna hurt myself
Want to rip out my fucking eyes
No other motherfucker gonna take me down now
When I am perfectly capable of destroying myself
Don't you fucking look at me
Your pity driven stare
I'm fucking flesh and blood
I'm just a man without a care
There's nothing to see here
So pass the fuck on by
You're so obsessed with money
But you can't take it when you die
'Cause in the end we're all the same
You're nothing better than me
We all get thrown into a hole
Six feet deep
I've been busy tearing out my motherfucking mind
Don't wanna shoot myself
Want to rip out my fucking eyes
No other motherfucker gonna take me down now
When I am perfectly capable of destroying myself
My eyes are sore
From all the shit I can't ignore
I feel I'm losing my vision
Don't let me hurt myself anymore
'Cause when I'm gone, the world is dead
I am God, you are shit
I am God, the world is dead