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| 1. |
| 5:11 | 
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We're so young and pretty, we're so young and clean
So many things that we have never seen Let's move from Ohio, sell this dam' old store Big Apple dreamin' on a wooden floor Skyscrapers and subways and stations Staring up at the United Nations New York is waiting for you and me, baby Waiting to swallow us down New York, we're coming to see what you're made of Are you as great as you sound Heard about them massages, and all those dirty shows I read somewhere some places never close While we waste time on yokels, comin' through the door Big Apple dreamin' on a wooden floor Skyscrapers and subways and stations Staring up at the United Nations New York is waiting for you and me, baby Waiting to swallow us down New York, we're coming to see what you're made of Are you as great as you sound New York is waiting for you and me, baby Waiting to swallow us down New York, we're coming to see what you're made of Are you as tough as you sound Oh, New York is waiting for you and me, baby Waiting to swallow us down, whoo-oo New York, we're coming, to see what you're made of Are you as tough as you sound Yeah, New York is waiting, baby Waiting to swallow us down, New York, we're coming, see what you're made of You can't be as tough as you sound Oh, New York, you and me, baby Waiting to swallow us down, New York, we're coming see what you're made of Are you as great as you sound Oh, New York, Oh, New York we're coming Oh, we're coming to see what you're made of Oh, you can't be as tough as you sound Me and my baby, we're coming Oh, we're coming They're waiting for you and me, baby Oh... |
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| 2. |
| 4:29 |
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You ask me, babe, "Can you work tonight?"
I've been up, babe, since broad daylight I just can't believe that you're selling me, You never sold me before I just can't become your lousy who-o-ore Yeah, I'm stacked nice, they really like my style Fifty bucks, babe, ha, can't even buy my smile I just can't believe that you're selling me, You never sold me before I just can't become your lousy who-o-ore I-I-I-I find I come around just to lay this money on you, babe I'm sick of streets, chicks and dicks, and I'm, I'm really sick of you Oh-oh, I've never been sold before And I'll never be had again Oh-oh, I've never been sold before And I'll never be had a-gain I just can't believe that you're selling me, You never sold me befo-ore I just can't become your little whore No, no, no, no Oh, I've never been sold before And I'll never be had again Oh-oh, I've never been sold before And I'll never be had a-gain Oh, I've never been sold before And I'll never be had again Oh-oh, I've never been sold before And I'll never be had a-gain Oh, I've never been sold before And I'll never be had again Oh-oh, I've never been sold before And I'll never be had a-gain Oh, I've never been sold before And I'll never be had again Oh-oh, I've never been sold before And I'll never be had a-gain Oh, I've never been sold before And I'll never be had again Oh-oh, I've never been sold before And I'll never be had a-gain |
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| 3. |
| 4:52 |
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Life
Coast to coast White hot as a ghost When you live In a countdown Time Is free as a jailbird At least that's what I heard When you live In a hideout Love Comes cheap at a swapmeet It all comes so dirt cheap When you live In a bedroom Love Cuts deep as a razor But that ain't amazin' When you live In a cancer Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah Mind Gets scrambled like eggs Get bruised and erased When you live In a brainstorm Noise Seems logically right Ringing ears in the night When you live In an airport Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah Hard hearted Alice Is what we want to be Hard hearted Alice Is what you want to see Hard hearted Alice Is what we want to be Hard hearted Alice Is what you want to see |
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| 4. |
| 5:03 |
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Crazy little child
Never got to see All the pretty things in life Had him put away Nothing they could say Could ever make the pieces fit Aw well, Daddy-o was rich Mama was a bitch Living wasn't easy in between Behind his silent scream Jackson in his teens Was planning his escape He was a crazy little child New Orleans Alley playground Grimy faced He watched the hookers cry Winos were his friends And when he talked to them They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by" Depression settin' in Desp'rate, cool and quick Jackson learned the ropes out on the street Little candy stores Just pickin' locks and doors Was practice for a two bit petty thief So Jackson went to Ritz And ev'ryone was hip Ritz ran all the rackets there in town If you need another boy A trigger or a blade Well, I'm the slickest cat around Yeah, Ritz gave him the eye Once over, then he smiled "Yeah, I've got something here in mind If you meet me here at two I think you'll like the view Of that long green when you crack that safe tonight" He was a crazy little child New Orleans Alley playground And grimy faced He watched the hookers cry, whoo Winos were his friends And when he talked to them They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by," that's right Well, I'll wait for you outside And I'll be your ears and your eyes And boy, you just slip in there and bring out all that loot But Ritz was taken by surprise Couple of unspectin' guys And they left poor Jackson inside Questions there were few In fact there were none When those Sheriff's bullets start to fly Lay dying on the floor With a smokin' forty four He said, "I must admit the winos were right" Crazy little child Never got to see All the pretty things in life We buried him today Nothing we could say Could ever make the pieces fit Yeah, I must admit the winos were right Oh, I must admit the winos were right Yes, that's what I said I must admit the winos we-ere ri-ight |
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| 5. |
| 3:32 |
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Aw, When you touch there, honey
Makes my blood perspire You got my body flaming Like a California fire Pulsing, pounding, pushing No longer in control Heatwave in my brain Smolder in my soul You got me workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat I've been playing all night long Time I was gettin' home But I've got no place to get Spontaneous combustion Scientific fact But your approach to friction An unnatural act Bells I hear ain't fire drills I hope you understand It's a bona fide five alarmer Melting in my hand You got me workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat I've been playing all night long Time I was gettin' home But I've got no place to get Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Yeah, yeah I've been playing all night long 'Bout time I was gettin' home But I've, ooh Dante's famed inferno Was a trip to hell and back But you and a bottle in a cheap hotel Screams pyromaniac Bandages came off today Really feeling sick The hardest part's explainin' All those blisters on my - nose! Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat I've been playing all night long Time I was gettin' home But I've got no place to get Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat I've been playing all night long 'Bout time I was gettin' home But I've, ooh Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat Workin' up a sweat |
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| 6. |
| 3:40 |
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Aw, who's the queen of the locker room?
Who's the cream of the crop? Poor Joey took her to the matinee Said, "God, she wouldn't stop" Holy muscle of love My heart's a muscle Well, I must have come to that crazy age Where everything is hot Cause I don't know if the things I'm thinking Are normal thoughts or not Holy muscle of love Well, I got a muscle of love I read Dad's books like I did before Now things are crystal clear Lock the door in the bathroom now I just can't get caught in here Holy muscle of love Well, I got a muscle of love Holy muscle of love I got a muscle of love Holy muscle of love My heart's a muscle of love Holy muscle of love Well, I got a muscle of love Yeah, yeah, yeah Must be a gift from above Yeah, yeah, yeah Hallelujah |
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| 7. |
| 4:12 |
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The man
With the golden gun Is waiting Somewhere Out there For you But you'll never see him He'll be looking for you Demand For the golden gun It's high priced Precise And true But you'll never see him He'll be looking for you The man with the golden Gun in his pocket, Oh, oh The man with the golden Gun in his case, Oh, oh The man with the golden Gun in your face But you'll never see him He'll be looking for you You better believe He'll be looking for you He-e-e-e-e-e's, The man with the golden Gun in his pocket The man with the golden Gun in his case The man with the golden Gun in his pocket The man with the golden Gun in your face But you'll never see him He'll be looking for you You better believe He'll be looking for yo-ou He-e-e-e-e-e's, The man with the golden Gun in his pocket The man with the golden Gun in his case The man with the golden Gun in his pocket The man with the golden Gun in your face The man with the go-o-olden Gun in his pocket The man with the go-o-lden Gun in his case The man who gave you the golden gun |
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| 8. |
| 3:07 |
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What a drag it is, these gold lame' jeans
Is this the coolest way to get though your teens? Well, I cut my hair weird, I read that it was in I looked like a rooster that was drowned and raised again What are you a-gonna do? I'll tell you what I'm a-gonna do Why don't you get away? I'm gonna live today I ran into my room and I fell down on my knees Well, I thought that fifteen was gonna be a breeze I picked up my guitar to blast way the clouds But somebody in the next room yelled You gotta turn that damn thing down What are you gonna do? Tell you what I'm a-gonna do Why don't you get away? Well, I'm gonna cry all day And I know trouble is brewing out there But I can hardly care They fight all night about his private secretary Lipstick stain, blonde hair What are you gonna do? Tell you what I'm a-gonna do Why don't you run away? I'm gonna live today But even, I don't know what I'm gonna do Don't know what I'm gonna do, no What are you a-gonna do? Tell you what I'm a-gonna do Why don't you run away? Well, I'm gonna live today What are you a-gonna do? I'll tell you what I'm a-gonna do Why don't you get away? Well, I'd rather cry all day What are you gonna do? Gonna do? Gonna do? Alice, Alice, Alice, Alice? What are you gonna do? Gonna do? Gonna do? |
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| 9. |
| 4:33 |
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She'll do your work in half the time
Never sick and can't go blind Oh, woman machine Brains of tape that fill her head She knows more now than all the dead Oh, woman machine Oh, woman machine Oh, woman machine Oh, woman machine Oh, woman machine Heart of steel and skin that's cold Can't wear her out, she can't grow old Oh, woman machine She goes to bed when her work is through She'll do it all, just change the tubes Oh, woman machine Oh, woman machine Oh, woman machine Oh, woman machine Oh, woman machine-ine Oh, woman machine Oh, woman machine Oh, woman machine Oh, woman She can't talk back With no playback But she'll listen To all your woe Trade your old one For a new one They just don't make 'em like they used to No! Oh, woman machine Oh, woman machine Oh, woman machine Oh, woman machine ...exceeds one million when the stop button is pressed, the... has results PCR621, into the drayer reading pool to hold the relay on for one quarter second after the Q603 deenergizes. Therefore, the time delay occurs only when the stop button is pressed, during the record nine. The sole function of the capacitor c620 is to maintain charge in... |
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