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So you want to do something that's a little bit not too
Afro-centric-erotic-space-groove-jazz-fuck-acid-punk? Come on, what do you want? Come on, baby It's all about power, baby You know what I'm saying? It's all about sleepwalking through this endless night You want me to make you feel Like you ain't never felt before, baby? Tell me all your dirty little secrets, dirty little secrets I'm coming up to you like some kinda White witch in a fever, baby, oh yeah Don't tell me to control myself I mean, you don't want me To control myself, do you? Tell me all your dirty little secrets, dirty little secrets I just want you to slip your Tongue up a little bit closer And relate to me, baby You know what I'm saying? Tell me all your Dirty little secrets |
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| 4. |
| 3:37 |
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| 3:14 |
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| 6. |
| 4:17 |
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Limousines, oranges
Stars, moons, submarines Jeeps, glaciers Cars, caterpillars, even grapes It's none of my business But you have to eat Your appetite is appalling Eat, eat, eat the menu Have, have, have some salad Eat, eat, eat the menu Bite, bite, bite an apple Eat, eat, eat the menu S-s-suck, suck an orange Eat, eat, eat the menu Taste, taste, taste the pate I'm just a maid But yes to food is yes to life I've got to eat something Otherwise I'll die But the choice is too great I can't decide what to eat? I'll possibly just eat the menu How would you like strawberry juice Or lemon red sea perch? Eat, eat, eat the menu Bite, bite, bite the kiwi Eat, eat, eat the menu Have, have, have some chicken I'm just a maid But yes to food is yes to life The waiter came with the menu And said, "There you go" I said, "Thank you" And "But the choice is too great" Why can't I be a cod In the depths of the ocean And just eat small fish? The cod has so simple tastes But I have all the choice Bite, bite, bite an apple Suck, suck, s-s-suck (Eat, eat, eat the menu) Taste, taste the pate (Eat, eat, eat the menu) Oh, eat the menu (Eat, eat) Limousines, oranges Stars, moons, submarines Jeeps, glaciers Cars, even caterpillars Oh, you vague customer You'll have to look somewhere else You'll have to find something to eat Eat, eat, eat the menu No, eat, eat, eat a moment Eat, eat, eat the menu Eat, eat, eat the feeling Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat Eat, eat, eat the menu Eat, eat, eat the person (Eat, eat, eat the feeling) Eat, eat, eat the menu (Eat, eat, eat the person) Eat, eat, eat (Eat the rock band too) I won't complain but |
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| 4:28 |
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Here, at the sign of the peacock, we find the Club C'est Sable
It is a club dedicated to sadism I sit here all alone with a Martini Built for 2 I sit here all alone cause I've got nothing better to do I sit here all alone with a Martini Built for 2 I sit here all alone, well I showed up but where are you? The world we live in departs Beneath rust covered clouds we weep You're afraid of the dreams in the darkest part of your soul Exchanging time for time The world we live in departs You left me to stalk the night Tell me, are you mine? Can I say I am yours? It's a cold, fading scene |
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| 3:27 |
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Don't want you to come with me
Don't want you to come with me Come with me, come with me Don't want you to come with me Don't want you to come with me Come with me, come with me Oh God help me Come with me, come with me Oh God help me Come with me, come with me |
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She's gotta work it for the pleasure of the people. [x3] She'll only get lost in your mind. She's gotta work it for the pleasure of the people, she'll only get lost in your mind. Sex kitty dances to the heartbeat of a dreamer. Watch out, you're just wasting your time with her. [x3] You're just wasting your time. *music* She's gotta work it for the pleasure of the people [x4] |
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| 4:02 |
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I may be a bitch, but I'll never be a butch.
Heartbreak, heart ache, Miss Mistake, Little snack in the sack. Baby don't come back. Midnight, moonlight, goodnight little snake in the grass. Trading kisses for cash. She's a fat cat full of smack and a slave to the sweat. Ah sweet dish, cosmic bitch, sugar lady star crash, crazy razor black trash. Dead-end day break, Miss Mistake, blow this town. Get gone girl go! She's a fat cat full of smack and a slave to the sweat. Baby don't come back. She's a fat cat full of smack and slave to the sweat. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By DALEY, MARSTON/NARDILLO,FRANK PKA GROOVIE MAN <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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Sex
Sex is perverted and sick Come with me, share the magic, live the dream Let’s go down to groovy street and catch the scene We’ll lose ourselves, get our kicks, embrace the beat Forget what’s real and burn out on a love so sweet Fever’s got me walking blind I cannot see, I’ve lost my mind I like to watch the way you walk I live to hear the words you talk I’d like to know the things you do When no one’s there to spy on you I want to crawl inside your head To kiss your mind and lips of red I dig the things you do to me You’ve lit the fire to set me free, oh baby Underneath hot white light, give a scream Takes us up into the sky, and sets us free We’ll lose ourselves, get our kicks, embrace the beat Forget what’s real and burn out on a love so sweet Take all you need and leave the rest Now follow me to take the best Sex Sex is perverted and sick |
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| 3:22 |
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Everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown Everybody's downtown on the Golden Strip Hot box, foxy teaser Thrill Kill's got mondo fever Wild-eyed child of fury In bed for bread, dirty beatnik movie Night world, red light gamblers Outlaws and way-out dancers Who do you think that you are? Mad, mod world-class superstars! Camera! Action! Bring on the beat Bomb Gang Girlz really turn up the heat Camera! Action! Repeat Sex bomb babe's gotta Bomb Gang beat Are you hungry for a hard ride, hard ride? Are you hungry for a hard ride? |
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| 2:36 |
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| 4:14 |
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I don't hurt anybody by walking barefoot
I don't hurt anybody by working in the garden I don't hurt anybody by just running around at night I don't hurt anybody! I just want to be myself The heat is on Watch out baby The heat is on Watch out baby, here we come The heat is on Watch out baby The heat is on Yeah we're wild and on the run The International Sin Set A scene of crime It's hot when you're in The International Sin Set For international sin Didn't somebody tie you up the other day? Yeah Why did they tie you up? 창??Cause I said i was leaving Didn't somebody tie you up the other day? Yeah, I was forced to stay some place like a slave Sounds real groovy and the house is smooth There's a devil on the floor and he wants to groove To the cool rude rhythm of a dangerous beat He's shakin' up your body to confuse your feet We'll it's time to move it So let's get to it Trippin' to the bass ya know it makes me want to do it With the ladies of lust that you'll never forget Keep on pumpin' to the rhythm of the jammin' sin set |
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| 4:12 |
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So you want to do something that's a little bit not too
Afro-centric-erotic-space-groove-jazz-fuck-acid-punk? Come on, what do you want? Come on, baby It's all about power, baby You know what I'm saying? It's all about sleepwalking through this endless night You want me to make you feel Like you ain't never felt before, baby? Tell me all your dirty little secrets, dirty little secrets I'm coming up to you like some kinda White witch in a fever, baby, oh yeah Don't tell me to control myself I mean, you don't want me To control myself, do you? Tell me all your dirty little secrets, dirty little secrets I just want you to slip your Tongue up a little bit closer And relate to me, baby You know what I'm saying? Tell me all your Dirty little secrets |
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