Let your love rain down on me.
I prefer to let love reign o'er me.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Let your love rain down on me.
I prefer to let love reign o'er me.
I run and hide my head. I might as well be dead.
Storms will come. This I know for sure.
I only wanted 2 see u laughing in the purple rain.
Baby, the rain must fall. Baby, the wind must blow.
Who'll stop the rain?
The candy man. The candy man can.
I want candy!
lips like sugar.
Candy girl! You are my world.